Chapter 43
Steph gripped the steering wheel so hard her forearms ached, doing her best to watch the twisty, narrow road and the terrifying maelstrom building overhead.
In a lifetime of fascination with weather, she’d never seen a storm this vast and tall come up with almost no warning. She wouldn’t have been able to see the road at all without her headlights, and even then, it was doubtful.
The bullet-proof vest her father insisted on felt like a heavy, stiff vise around her ribs, and the sweatshirt she’d rolled up past her wrists was making her exude stinking, nervous sweat.
The one battle she’d won was driving her own car.
Mainly by slipping her keys in her pocket when he wasn’t looking. As soon as he finished fitting the vest, she yanked the sweatshirt over her head, grabbed the ra
