Just as the car was about to plow into Lucas, Caleb barked out, "Bea! Stop!"
Screeech!
Beatriz slammed on the brakes. The tires smoked as the car jerked to a violent halt, stopping literally inches from Lucas's body.
Through the rearview mirror, Beatriz stared back at a paralyzed Lucas. Her entire body was still shaking with adrenaline and pure rage.
Caleb reached over, covering her white-knuckled hand on the steering wheel, his voice low and comforting. "Don't dirty your hands for him."
Beatriz forced herself to take a breath, threw the car back into drive, and peeled out, leaving Lucas eating her dust.
Lucas just stood there in a daze, his mind replaying the absolute venom in her eyes. It finally hit him. She wasn't just trying to scare him. She actually wanted him dead.
Beatriz
