Zara’s POV
My ears are ringing, and my eyelids don’t want to open but I force it to happen. I groggily try to focus on what is around me, frowning confusedly at the smashed windscreen in front of me and beyond, trying to work out what I’m looking at, why is the ground blue?
My arms are hanging above my head, and it slowly dawns on me that I’m upside down, in a car. The memories come back, racing through the streets, away from the hotel, Armed men, trying to get to Gerrard . . .
‘Gerrard’ I mumble confusedly, reaching a hand toward my head that is throbbing, finding my temple wet. I pull my hand back to find blood on my fingers, my eyes rolling slightly, threatening to black out again, as I try to focus on what I’m doing.
‘Gerrard?’ I call again, turning toward the passenger seat which
