The windshield wipers worked at maximum speed but couldn't keep up with the deluge. I squinted through the glass, barely able to make out the road ahead. Ronan's knuckles had turned white from his death grip on the steering wheel.
"This isn't a normal storm," I said, my voice tight with fear.
"No shit," Ronan growled, leaning forward as if those extra few inches would help him see better. "The cult is behind this. Has to be."
Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the road ahead in a brief, blinding flash. In that instant, I saw the flooded section of road waiting for us around the bend—a lake of water where asphalt should be.
"Ronan, watch out!"
He slammed on the brakes. The SUV hydroplaned, sliding sideways with a sickening momentum. My stomach lurched as we spun, everything moving in terrifying slow motion. I clutched the door handle and braced myself for impact.
Somehow, Ronan managed to regain control, bringing us to a stop mere feet from the edge of the flood.
