Krystal’s POV
The SUV in front of us came charging like a monster, its black surface gleaming under the harsh glow of the streetlights. It didn’t hesitate, didn’t slow down—it lunged forward with the kind of reckless aggression that made it clear: this wasn’t just intimidation. This was an attack.
Colt’s hands gripped the steering wheel with the precision of a man who’d done this before—dodged death on four wheels. With a sharp curse under his breath, he slammed the brakes and yanked the wheel to the side. The tires screamed in protest, rubber burning against asphalt as the car skidded, turning sideways in a blur of motion and adrenaline.
For a split second, everything outside the windows spun—a swirl of lights, shadows, and that roaring engine behind us. I reached out instinctively, gr
