ld into a gray blur. The private road leading
d. A massive oak tree, a casualty o
ng on his neck. He turned the wheel, guidi
s a m
. The wheels spun, whining high and shrill, flinging mud against the wheel
he face of it, his brow furrowing. "We
umbers into his phone. "No signal. The
e of the slope, the depth of the mud, the text
y," she sa
linking. "Miss Van
instantly, soaking her cheap gray hoodie, plastering h
he driver. It was a specific look, one
crambled out
ck. She adjusted it. Her hands gripped
ole. Her finger hovered over the t
gripped the handle abov
he tapped the gas pedal, feathering it, feel
hard to the left, against logic. The car's rear
ers g
lammed the wheel to the right and floored the accelerat
The tires found the one patch of solid earth b
. Serena corrected the steering with a minute flick of her wris
y sec
turned around. She offered C
," she
w physics. That wasn't luck. That was precision. The kind of precision he'd
said, his voice tig
ike he'd seen a ghost. Serena climbed back
Vance estate, the main house loomed out of t
f waiting under umbrellas. She felt nothing. She had slept in palac
let her jaw drop slightly. She
big," she
vy double doors of the house began to open
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