Nathan yanked the steering wheel toward an exit ramp, forcing the car into a sharp turn. The move dragged the truck behind them into the narrow curve, nearly tipping it over. Somehow, the vehicle managed to regain its balance, then surged forward again with a terrifying determination.

“What do they want?” Tessa asked, her voice tight as her fingers dug into the seat.

“Us,” Nathan said shortly, swerving around another car in a sudden maneuver that made their vehicle fishtail ...