Adina's POV

The morning light filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting a soft, dappled glow on the floor of the car. I lay wrapped in a blanket, the lingering chill from the previous night's terror still a faint shiver in my bones. My mind, however, was a whirlwind of a different kind of storm. The events of yesterday replayed in my head, the cold glass tube, the rising water, the terror in Nathan's eyes.

But then, the memory of his raw, primal power, a force that had ripped ...