We were only a few blocks from the Arvant estate when headlights suddenly flared behind us — too close, moving too fast.
“Beatrice…” I frowned. “That car—”
Before I could finish, the vehicle swerved violently and crashed into the side of ours. The impact spun everything out of control. Glass shattered. The car flipped once… twice… before slamming into the guardrail.
Smoke filled the air. The metallic taste of blood coated my mouth.
“Beatrice!” I croaked, turning toward her. She didn’t move.
Darkness crept into the edges of my vision. I tried to reach her, but my arm wouldn’t respond. Sirens echoed faintly in the distance, fading as consciousness slipped away.
The last thing I saw before everything went black was another set of headlights pulling up behind us… and a familiar figure stepping out into the rain.
