But before the panic can truly set in, I see the driver lean across the car’s center console to push open the passenger door.
I catch a glimpse of shaggy blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.
“Get in!” he yells at us
I hesitate, mind too slow to process this unexpected turn. But Artem pulls open the door to the back seat and tosses me inside.
The door slams. The engine revs. It all happens so fast that for one fear-stricken moment I think Artem has been left behind.
But when I look back up, I see him sitting in the passenger seat, next to the blonde man who appeared out of nowhere to save our asses.
Cillian. His name is Cillian.
Then I collapse against the back seat, put my hands on my stomach, and close my eyes. It’s not quite relief that I feel as the car flies through the streets of L
