Sensory overload was something Vin dealt with on the daily, but that was nothing compared to what he was going through now.
Vin couldn’t filter the noise anymore. At his side, Callie flinched and screamed with every bullet that hit the old metal of their borrowed truck.
Outside, enemies yelled and fired their guns at them. Engines roared over the scratch of tires against the loose gravel, and each sound grated at Vin’s senses. He couldn’t think, and to top it all off, his thigh had started to hurt. Just his f*****g luck.
Then, as if the gods were really against him, one son of a b***h got lucky and blew out their back tire.
The car spun out of control, skidding across the dirt road, faster and faster, until Vin managed to turn the car to the right. “Hang on!” he yelled over the noise r
