Victor's POV
The car engine roared as I floored the gas pedal, knuckles white against the steering wheel. Gunshots cracked behind us, each one making me flinch. Three shots. Then silence.
"Is she..." Adrian's voice trembled.
I didn't answer, eyes fixed on the dirt road ahead. The rearview mirror showed only dust clouds and distant smoke. No sign of Sofia.
"Victor?" Adrian tried again.
"I don't know," I snapped. "I don't f*****g know."
The car hit a pothole, jolting us all. Michael groaned in the backseat, his makeshift bandage already soaked through with blood.
"We need to get him to a hospital," Tiara said, pressing her hand against Michael's wound. Her own shoulder was caked with dried blood.
"No hospitals," I said automatically. "Too many questions."
"He could die," she argued.
