Sara’s POV
Zack took another sharp turn, sending the car skidding slightly as he pushed the gas pedal harder. The tires screeched against the pavement, and I gripped the seat, trying to steady myself.
“They’re not backing off!” I cried, panic surging through me.
Zack’s eyes flicked between the rearview mirror and the road ahead. “Hold on, I’m going to try something.”
Without warning, he veered off the main road and onto a narrow alleyway, the car jolting as we sped through the tight space. The buildings on either side closed in, and for a moment, I held my breath, hoping the other car wouldn’t be able to follow us.
But they did. The sound of tires screeching behind us told me that whoever was chasing us wasn’t giving up.
“Zack, what if—” My words were cut off by a loud bang. I gasped
