KAIA

I stare at the steam rising from under the hood of Vincent's sleek BMW, my heart sinking with each passing second. We're stranded on a deserted mountain road, miles from civilization, with nothing but pine trees and gathering darkness for company.

"This can't be happening," I mutter, pacing beside the broken-down car. My black heels click against the asphalt as I move back and forth, my pencil skirt restricting my steps. The meeting with the Cascade Pack ran three hours longer than ...