Lina was flung sideways into Fredrich, his arms instinctively wrapping around her as the vehicle spun once, twice—before coming to a smoking, tilted stop.
Airbags exploded. Horns blared.
Then silence.
Lina's vision blurred, her ears ringing. Something warm trickled down her temple. She couldn't move. She couldn't think.
And then—nothing.
When her eyes fluttered open again, everything had changed.
She was no longer in Fredrich's car.
The soft purring hum of a different engine filled her ears. Cooler air pressed against her cheeks.
And when she sat up, dazed and disoriented, she realized the vehicle she was in was moving—and much faster than before.
A black SUV. The interior unfamiliar. Sleek. Dark. Tinted windows on every side.
And across from her, sitting like a shadow of her past, was Christian.
