The blade screeched against glass, splintering the back window with a sound that made Noa’s teeth ache. It was sharp, jagged like the city itself was shrieking. He ducked instinctively, dragging Alessio down with him as shards rained over their heads in a cold, glittering storm.

“Go! Go!” Noa yelled, his voice cracking like a boy caught between fear and fury.

Marco jerked the wheel hard enough to make the sedan lurch. Tires shrieked against the slick pavement, fishtailing them dangerously ...