Shea opened her eyes, the memory of teeth tearing at her flesh replaced by the Mustang’s seatbelt pulling against her chest. The roof had caved in, the windshield cracked but still in place. The world outside had taken a ninety-degree turn clockwise. Steam hissed from the cracked radiator.
She remembered tumbling down the hill. “Wendy?”
Blood speckled Wendy’s face and the deflated driver-side air bag. Sand filled the view outside the driver’s window. The car had landed on its side. Shea shook Wendy’s shoulder. She groaned. “What happened?”
“We crashed. Can you undo your seatbelt?”
“What?” Wendy’s eyes were unfocused, jaw slack like a large-mouth bass.
“Your seatbelt. Can you get it open?”
Wendy stabbed at the button. “It won’t let go.”
“Crap.” Shea reached down but couldn’t get it t
