My ears still rang from the gunshot.
I heard an engine roaring to life.
I snapped my head up, just in time to see headlights cutting through the dark. A black sedan peeled away from the shadows, tires screeching as it tore down the half-paved road.
“Damn it!” I cursed, sprinting out from behind the wreck. My boots pounded the gravel as I chased, lungs burning, but the bastard didn’t slow down. The engine growled louder, the car disappearing into the horizon like a phantom.
I stopped, chest heaving, fists clenched. Whoever pulled the trigger had just vanished into the night.
Turning back, I forced myself to face Raven’s body again. He lay twisted and broken, his smirk forever frozen on his blood-soaked face.
That’s when I heard another engine.
A sleek car rolled to a stop, and the do
