The truck skidded as Adrian wrenched the wheel, gravel spraying out beneath the tires. My shoulder slammed against the door, and I gasped, clutching the handle above me. The rain was relentless, pounding the windshield until the wipers could barely keep up.
“Adrian, slow down—”
“We don’t have time!” His voice was raw, tight with urgency. “He’ll come after us.”
I twisted in my seat, looking out the back window. The cabin was swallowed by the storm, nothing but darkness and trees. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Daniel was still there—standing in the rain, watching, calculating.
“He knows these roads,” I whispered.
Adrian’s jaw tightened. “So do I.”
The headlights cut through sheets of water as we barreled down the narrow road. Branches loomed suddenly, shadows stretched across t
