The jeep roared down the broken highway, smoke trailing from the bent hood.

“Faster, Lucien!” Rafael barked, clutching his bleeding side. “They’ll have drones in the air in minutes!”

Lucien’s knuckles were bone-white against the wheel. “Shut up before I throw you out.”

Solene sat between them, hands trembling, throat raw from smoke. Her chest burned with every breath. The roar of the engine was nothing compared to the storm inside her head.

Her father. Alive. Watching her ...