Marcus’s POV
The side windows of the SUV blew inward with a loud spray of glass, and I immediately pushed Cecelia’s head down toward the floorboards while reaching into my shoulder holster to pull my weapon, my teeth grinding together as the heavy metallic thud of rifle rounds dented the armored plating of our doors. Dominic was already hanging out of the front passenger window with his automatic rifle, firing long bursts into the dark tree line where the muzzle flashes were lighting up the thick brush, and the smell of sulfur and burnt rubber instantly filled the tight cabin as our driver struggled to keep the damaged vehicle moving forward through the smoke.
“Swerve left past the burning wreckage and take the dirt path near the old logging milestone, because our tires are losing pressu
