The van was moving.
My paralyzed body rolled helplessly across the freezing metal floor, every sharp lurch and corner hammering into my ribs with bruising force. But something was entirely wrong. The engine had been switched off, and no rhythmic crunch of gravel sounded beneath the tires.
There was, however, the tortured, screeching groan of structural steel straining against its own weight, punctuated by a savage, familiar roar outside.
Darius.
A spark of hope flared in my chest, only to be choked out a second later as a deafening, metallic crash ripped through the chassis. The entire van went airborne for a terrifying second before slamming back down onto the earth. The impact reverberated violently through my frame, metal biting into my jaw and ribs as I hit the floor flat.
A moan
