The BMW fishtailed hard against rain-slick pavement before the tires finally caught traction again.
My hand tightened instinctively around the steering wheel while my other arm shot across the passenger seat before I could think better of it, catching Will across the chest as momentum pulled him forward. The seatbelt locked a second later with a sharp click that echoed loudly through the car.
“Raven—what the hell?”
My eyes stayed fixed on the tree line.
Rain fell harder now. The windshield wipers pushed frantically back and forth across the glass, but for several seconds all I could see were blurred shapes and dark trunks standing shoulder to shoulder beneath thickening shadows.
Something moved. I knew it moved. It wasn’t imagination or nerves. There was movement, fast and controlled
