Marigold POV

Okay. I did not expect them to be chasing us this soon. I mean, couldn’t the Black Fangs at least give us a five-minute breather? A snack break? Something? No. Apparently, my survival came with zero intermissions.

The Kia was rattling like it was about to spontaneously combust, headlights bouncing across mud and trees, and Gregor’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. I hated it. I hated not being in control, hated just sitting there like the passenger princess from hell ...