Avery's POV
The SUV sped through the darkened roads, a whiff of burnt rubber still hanging in the air. The sound of gunfire had finally faded away behind us, while inside the vehicle, the tension was all-consuming. Nobody said anything, but the unspoken truth was palpable—we had barely managed to escape, and Lisa would not let us go that easily.
I leaned my head against the cool window, while my body rattled with tremors from blood loss and an adrenaline crash. Every now and again, I would slip in and out of consciousness as Noah clutched me tighter into him to keep me propped upright. His face hard with concern. He held my hand as though he were afraid to let go, his eyes on my face.
"Stay with me," he said roughly.
Dominic was still gripping the gun in the front seat, still glancing
