The Rezvani roared out of the underpass, tires biting asphalt, engine still carrying the echo of the last slam. Riku's hands stayed tight on the wheel, his eyes flicking between the mirrors and the road ahead. The hunters weren't gone. The one he clipped would be back, and the others were still on the rooftops, pacing them like wolves waiting for the kill.
He knew it now—running wasn't enough. These things wouldn't stop until they tore the SUV apart or dragged its passengers into the street.
He took a sharp turn and slowed just enough to regain control. The Rezvani skidded, straightened, then rolled into a wide service lot surrounded by warehouses. No glass fronts, no cluttered alleys—just a flat expanse of cracked pavement and a few broken lamp posts. Open ground.
"Riku?" Suzune's voice cracked. "Why are we stopping?"
