I needed a distraction fast.
So I shifted my wrist slightly where it pressed against the hood, forcing the bones into a bad angle.
Then I snapped them.
The crack was loud enough that even I winced.
Pain shot up my arm in a hot burst that made my vision flicker for a second. I released the car immediately and staggered back, clutching my hand to my chest while a groan tore out of my throat.
“Ah, damn it,” I hissed. “My hand.”
Lila’s attention snapped away from the car instantly.
“Callum!” she said, stepping toward me. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
I kept my broken hand tucked against my chest and let my face twist with just enough real pain to sell it.
“I think it’s broken,” I muttered through clenched teeth.
That part wasn’t a lie.
The bones in my hand were already starting to grin
