I was in the passenger seat of her blue Corvette, arguing with her—my voice rising, my chest tight—when suddenly the car skidded out of the lane and veered straight into oncoming traffic. I tried to shout, to warn her, to beg her to stop—but my mouth was taped shut. My hands were bound together.
The impact was brutal.
Metal crushed. Glass shattered.
Avril’s blood was everywhere. I struggled violently, wriggling my wrists raw against the tape as I watched the life drain from her eyes. She looked at me—tears sliding down her face as her breathing grew weaker. I fought harder, desperate, frantic, screaming through the tape in my mouth.
Then—
A loud bang.
I jerked awake with a violent gasp, my lungs burning as I sucked in air. My head spun instantly, pain detonating behind my eyes. I win
