My heart pounded with icy worry.

“Are you okay?” I called urgently.

“Reserve your energy!” Jason ordered. 

“I got this,” I shouted, not sounding as strong as I wanted.

“You’re spent,” he hissed, sending me a dark glance before he cursed.

I widened my eyes and stared at the spike strip ahead. It was over five feet wide, and behind it, a fleet of armored cars waited, big guns trained on us, while three badass motorcycles rammed into our rear and side to keep weakening the ...