The bullet tore through the windshield and ripped fire across my shoulder just as the sky cracked open with snow.
I wrenched the wheel hard, fighting the spin on black ice that should not have been there in May. "Avery, hold the dash. We are sliding!"
She braced herself, voice tight. "Damien, your arm is bleeding. Pull over before you pass out."
"Cannot stop here," I growled, snow already piling thick on the hood like someone flipped a switch. Visibility dropped to nothing in seconds. The SUV fishtailed again and I nursed it off the main road onto what looked like an old logging path. Trees whipped past. "This storm came from nowhere. Syndicate must have weather tech or we are just cursed."
Avery leaned over, pressing her hand to my shoulder. Blood soaked her fingers fast. "Cursed or
