Amara's POV
Dominic pressed against the passenger window, lifting his hand to scrape at the damaged glass with his fingernail. Only after checking that the inner layer remained solid did he seem to relax.
"Just like I thought—someone's here to take you out," he said.
I stayed quiet, pushing harder on the gas pedal.
But whoever was after us had come prepared.
Multiple vehicles closed in fast.
An SUV slammed straight into our car.
I whipped my head toward Dominic. "Put your seatbelt on."
"Put your seatbelt on."
Dominic seemed fascinated by the whole situation.
He clicked his seatbelt into place without any urgency.
"Amara, I get it now," he said. "Next to your buddies, you're definitely the sanest one in the bunch."
I yanked the wheel hard, dodging the SUV bearing down on us from ahead.
Our front bumper scraped against their vehicle as we passed.
But I didn't ease up on the speed.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
