Cold sweat continued to pour from Elias’s forehead, his face pale with the telltale signs of hypothermia. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the sweat was almost making it impossible to hold on.

Elias gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, who the hell is trying to kill me? When I find out, I’ll make sure we’re enemies for life!"

No matter how fast he drove, trying to shake off the car behind him, the pursuing vehicle stuck to him like ...