EROS
I was tightening the final bolt beneath Claire's car when a scream—sharp, terrified, and piercing—filled the air above me. The sound struck me like a lightning bolt, shooting straight down my spine. My hand twitched involuntarily. Pain exploded across my skull, a searing burst that made me curse loudly enough for the sound to bounce off the garage walls.
Fantastic. Just how I envisioned my night ending, concussed under her car. Still massaging the spot of impact, I pushed myself backward and rolled out from beneath the vehicle. I had barely made it two feet into the open when I spotted her. Claire was standing in the center of the garage, her hand pressed over her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers. She looked as if she had just witnessed a
murder. Then, she let out a breath. And sudd
