I pitched forward and nearly struck my forehead against the front seat. Caleb gripped the wheel and turned to glare at Ryan. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Ryan took his hand off the emergency brake. He had pulled it himself.
The car fell silent for 2 seconds. The love song kept playing, its soft melody suddenly eerie.
Ryan didn't look at Caleb. He stared directly at me through the rearview mirror.
"The ring," he began, his voice low and every word clipped. "Are you finally going to tell me the truth?"
My fingers clenched around the hem of my coat.
"Otherwise," he continued after a pause, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather, "those men behind us may catch up. And their weapons don't care who gets hurt."
It felt as if all the air had been sucked from the car.
Cal
