HALLIE

H earing the impact through my phone nearly gives me a heart attack.

I clutch the steering wheel, trying to force a steady breath into my lungs. Don’t freak out. God.

What the hell is happening?

I keep the engine running and slam my thumb on the lock button. In my side mirror, I see Conan stalking toward the smoking BMW, his gun drawn, his entire body radiating lethal intent.

My hands won’t stop shaking. My whole body is trembling with fear.

Then more headlights appear around the corner, tires screeching against asphalt.

Panic claws up my throat.

Whoever was in that car following me—they tried to kill me.

Tears spill over, blurring my vision as I glance into the rearview mirror, praying this nightmare will end.