Nowhere to Run

POV: Fiona

The Chase

The night blurred into streaks of neon lights and shadows as the car hurtled through the city, each sharp turn jerking me against the seat. My chest heaved, and my pulse hammered so loud it drowned out everything but the relentless barrage of gunfire. The deafening cracks of bullets tearing through metal and glass echoed in my skull like a war drum, each shot making me flinch.

I curled into myself, pressing against the seat as shards of glass from the rear windshield glittered like deadly stars across the leather. My fingers dug into the material, nails scraping against it as if I could anchor myself somehow. But there was no safety here — just chaos and death snapping at our heels.

"Keep your head down, Fiona!" Xavier barked from the backseat, his knuckles white around the pistol as he fired out the shattered window.