SOLANA
The tires screeched, sending my heart racing as Hawke swerved desperately to avoid the first ambush car. My hands clutched my husband's shoulder, my nails digging into the fabric of his blazer.
"Roman, hold on," I croaked, my voice nearly lost in the roar of engines and tires. But he didn't respond. He barely let out a shallow groan, blood dripping from his mouth.
Hawke cursed, yanking the wheel as another black car lunged from behind. Sparks flew as they pressed against the curb, spraying gravel across the road. My stomach lurched painfully.
I could feel Roman's body sliding slightly in my arms. The dagger in his back... the black blade... it radiated heat and poison that made my wolf whimper in alarm.
My hands glowed faintly with my healing energy, but every time I tried to c
