I swooned and the phone tumbled from my hand as I fell aside. Francium cursed again, swerving the car and bouncing us along as more shots were fired at the car. He zipped and zagged, sliding us around in the back seat as he tried to avoid the bullets.
“Hold on!” Francium yelled, turning off the road.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to hold on to the handle as he turned again.
“Taking a short cut. It’s harder to shoot through the trees.”
The wound burned like fire. I smelled it burning like silver. I felt it creeping through my shoulder. I looked at the wound and saw it starting to turn black. My stomach churned. Was I going to lose my arm because of that bullet?
Was I going to lose my life in this chase?
“f*****g silver bullets. They really want to kill us,” Francium cursed.
