Kyra's POV
"Get in the car," Mason said, opening the rear door.
A gunshot rang out. Our attackers had found us. Nathan grabbed me and put me in the back seat before jumping into the passenger seat and taking the gun from my hands.
Gunfire exploded around us as Nathan leaned out the window. He shot back at the rogues coming from the trees. His shots were clean and accurate. Each bullet hit its mark. I watched him cover us while Mason hit the gas.
Bullets bounced off the car's armor as we drove off fast. Nathan kept shooting until the rogues couldn't keep up. When the gunfire finally stopped, he pulled back inside.
The car sped away. I looked at Mason. He drove without saying anything, his jaw tight. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. Sweat covered his forehead even though it was cool outside.
He still wasn't fully healed. How was he even here? Last time I saw him, he could barely stand up.
