YELENA

But before she could pull out into traffic, a sharp, jarring laugh erupted from the backseat.

It was so loud it made me jump.

Nyra was cackling, her face illuminated by the harsh glow of her phone screen. She was staring at it with an expression of pure, unadulterated chaos.

"Nyra?" I asked, turning in my seat. "Are you alright?"

She didn't answer.

She tapped her screen aggressively, holding it up like she was recording a voice note for the entire world to hear. "Jackson! ...