Marigold POV
Okay. I did not expect them to be chasing us this soon. I mean, couldn’t the Black Fangs at least give us a five-minute breather? A snack break? Something? No. Apparently, my survival came with zero intermissions.
The Kia was rattling like it was about to spontaneously combust, headlights bouncing across mud and trees, and Gregor’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. I hated it. I hated not being in control, hated just sitting there like the passenger princess from hell while Mister Alpha Grump drove like he was auditioning for Mad Max: Wolfpack Edition.
So, naturally, I opened my big mouth.
“Switch with me,” I said.
His head whipped toward me. “What?”
“Switch. Seats. You heard me.”
“You can’t be serious—”
“I am always serious when it involves not dying. Now mov
