The attack came at midnight.
Maya was standing at the window when she saw them. Headlights cutting through the darkness, a long line of them snaking down the road toward the bar. The Vipers had come, and they'd brought their army with them. There must have been fifty of them, maybe more. They filled the street, their engines rumbling like thunder, their headlights blazing like the eyes of a beast. It was an army, a force of destruction, and they were coming for her family. The sound of their engines was deafening, a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. It was the sound of war, and it sent a chill down her spine. She could feel the vibration in her chest, the deep rumble that seemed to echo in her bones. She could smell the exhaust fumes, the gasoline, the metal of
