Aria
The van swerved left again, my fingers gripping the cold metal rail beside Damian’s gurney so hard my knuckles turned white. The motion jolted him, and he let out a weak groan, his head rolling to the side.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, leaning over him. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Marcus was barking orders from the front. “Take it hard right now!”
The tires screamed as we veered into an alley. I could hear the engine of the SUV following us; they were still on our tail, maybe even gaining.
“We’re not going to outrun them,” Marcus growled.
“Then what do we do?” I shouted.
His head whipped around to look at me. “We don’t outrun them we outsmart them.”
The driver cursed as we hit a pothole, the whole van rattling.
I looked back at Damian. His eyes were barely open. Swe
