The Charger screamed down the mud-slicked backroads of the Everglades, the engine’s roar the only thing drowning out the tension inside the cabin. Viper drove like a man possessed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he pushed the car to its absolute limit.
I sat in the passenger seat, my lungs burning, my 9mm still warm in my hand. I didn't dare lower it. Caspian was slumped behind me, his breath hitching in spurts of pain from the bullet hole in his leg.
My eyes flickered to the rearview mirror.
Cane was in the back, but he wasn’t looking at the road, or the hostage, or even at me. He was completely focused on Nara. She was clinging to his arm, her head resting against his massive shoulder. In the light of the passing trees, she looked fragile. But then, her gaze shifted.
She
