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 a

d slams into Garrett's shou

but 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 screech

aunches 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 the

transfers directly

ers. Thousands of shards e

t ball. She wraps both arms fiercely around

lash of white pain rips through her skull, follow