A deep sense of unease settled heavily in my chest as I watched the black Cullinan in the rearview mirror.
The road behind us stretched out in a blur of grey asphalt and scattered debris, but my eyes remained fixed on that single vehicle. Even through the dust and distance, I could see the way it moved—reckless, determined, refusing to fall back.
Harlan suddenly jerked the steering wheel, forcing his car sideways across the road. The heavy vehicle slid violently across the asphalt, its tires screeching against the ground as it turned at an impossible angle.
In one swift motion, the Cullinan blocked the last pursuer behind us.
For a brief second, it worked.
The road was completely sealed.
But the car chasing him didn't slow down.
Instead, it crashed directly into the Cullinan's driver side without hesitation.
Bang!
The sound exploded through the phone, loud enough to make my ears ring painfully.
"Don't, Harlan!"
Riley's voice cracked sharply, the sound raw and desperate.
