KAIA
I stare at the steam rising from under the hood of Vincent's sleek BMW, my heart sinking with each passing second. We're stranded on a deserted mountain road, miles from civilization, with nothing but pine trees and gathering darkness for company.
"This can't be happening," I mutter, pacing beside the broken-down car. My black heels click against the asphalt as I move back and forth, my pencil skirt restricting my steps. The meeting with the Cascade Pack ran three hours longer than expected, and now we're paying the price.
Vincent closes the hood with a definitive thud, wiping his hands on a cloth from the trunk. His navy suit is wrinkled from leaning over the engine, his tie loosened and hanging around his neck. "The radiator's shot," he says, his voice frustratingly calm. "We're
