The storm rolled in from the east like a bruised curtain being drawn across the horizon. One moment the sky above the Bentley was merely dim with the amber haze of advancing dusk; the next, it was ink-black and racing. The sound changed too—first the steady thrum of tires on wet roads, then the uneven thump of fat raindrops, then water-sheets on the roof like an army of drummers.
Zaria leaned forward in her seat, attempting to peer through the windshield.
"Visibility's dropping. We should pull over."
Ethan's jaw clenched. "We'll find somewhere safe."
The wipers flung themselves back and forth, barely keeping up. Wind hurled itself at the car, rocking it on its suspension. Lightning flashed—a welcome camera flash over their tense silence—then thunder that cracked so loudly it was like t
