Emrys's heart skipped a beat. His eyes turned cold and sharp in an instant.
He immediately eased off the gas to slow down, but the girl made no move to dodge him at all, still sprinting straight ahead like she didn't even register the oncoming car.
The closer she got, the more stunned Emrys became. He wasn't seeing things. That face was unmistakably Callie.
He hit the brakes as hard as he could, but it was too late. The car kept rolling forward from inertia, and the front bumper nudged her lightly.
That was when he realized why she'd been running so recklessly, even risking getting hit by a car. Hot on her heels were a handful of vicious-looking thugs, snarling as they gave chase.
All of a sudden, a slender, blood-soaked hand slapped against his car window, followed by a face that was
