“Don’t stop,” Raven whispered, her breath ragged against Jason’s chest as he yanked her into the shadows of the alley.

Jason’s pulse thundered. “If I stop, we’re dead.”

The alley stretched like a vein of darkness, crowded with crates, a dumpster, a flickering light overhead too narrow for comfort, too exposed to risk. Behind them, the roar of engines and the scrape of boots echoed closer.

Raven’s fingers dug into his wrist, grounding him and unbalancing him all at once. ...