xpressway. The evening rush hour traffic i
g to navigate the congested lanes
console onto the floor. He starts screami
at. "Look at him, Garrett. So muc
eatbelt and stands up
n America shield from his backpack ad slams into Garrett's shoubut his voice remains sickeningly
es the hairs on Elliana's arms stand up. She g
seatbelt," Elliana says.
ng with venom. "You are barren. You know nothin
h the rearview mirror. "Stop rui
her jaw shut, and pulls her own
to the center console betwe
nt of distraction, a sedan in the adjacent lane abruptly cuts them off to make a last-minute exit. The driver gasps, his hands jerking the steering wheel to avoid a collision. The Escalade's tires screechaunches Blair forward. He
throwing her han
s forward, throwing his entire body weig
ashes heavily into th
tirely. The Escalade violentl
k, but the entire right side of the S
at sixty miles per hour, plows direct
ening. The airbags deploy with thetransfers directly
ers. Thousands of shards e
t ball. She wraps both arms fiercely around
lash of white pain rips through her skull, follow
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