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Kira clung to the arm rest of the passenger-side door as Nick barreled through rush-hour traffic with his siren on. The constant wail made her wounded head throb, but she didn’t care. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt more awake than she had all day.
They were on their way to get Kori.
Trevor slid across the back seat behind them with a hiss of fabric, accompanied by the sound of crinkling food wrappers as Nick made a sharp turn. Nick glared at him in the rear-view mirror.
“Put your seat belt on.”
“Yes, sir,” Trevor said with a mocking salute of his McDonald’s cup. Kira heard a click a moment later.
Kira ignored them to keep an eye on the crowded streets, silently urging other vehicles to get out of their way. Most people tried to pull over when they saw Nick’s flas
