Maya's POV

The strange man raised something in his hand. It was a sharp stone.

My eyes widened in horror as the realization of what he was about to do dawn on me.

He pulled his arm back to hit the windows.

"No-!" I screamed, diving low into the seat just as the stone slammed against the glass with a deafening crack.

The window didn't shatter, but it fractured in a web of splintering lines.

He was going to try again.

And this time, he'd break it. I was sure the window wouldn't hold for ...