Sandy's POV
The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as consciousness crashed back into me like a tidal wave. Warm liquid trickled down the side of my head, and my body screamed in agony from a dozen different wounds.
It took several disorienting seconds for reality to sink in. The world was upside down. I was lying on what used to be the car's ceiling, surrounded by shattered glass that had embedded itself into my skin like tiny daggers.
Kessler hung motionless in the driver's seat above me, his body suspended by the seatbelt. Blood dripped from his forehead onto the roof beside me.
A sharp cry escaped my lips when I noticed the massive shard of glass protruding from my waist. Blood pooled beneath me, spreading across the broken interior. Every breath sent waves of fire through my chest.
I reached toward the glass with trembling fingers, desperate to remove it, but the pain was unbearable. It felt like my body was being ripped apart from the inside.
