Katelina choked on a scream. The gearshift missed her face by inches. She waited to make sure she was still alive. Outside, the world roared and crackled, snapping, burning. The car revved, but didn't move.

Katelina leaned up. Micah came into focus, his hand to his face. Blood seeped between his fingers. The windshield in front of him was spider webbed. The shattered edges gleamed in the dancing firelight. Verchiel was a blur in the driver's seat. Katelina shook the daze away ...