ELIANA.

My eyes glimmered beneath the glow of the moonlight and I clutched my chest. I felt my heart skip a beat the moment I saw Denver's car. His Benz was unrecognizable, dented, wrecked and destroyed. From the looks of it, he seemed to have swerved off the highway, only to come tumbling down the hills with as much speed as he was running.

And he'd rammed himself between the ground and the trees.

Ivan was several feet below, already scavenging through the messy debris but ...