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Angelina
I don’t know if all the screams are mine. Someone whimpers in the back seat.
That would be Remy. Talya’s in the front seat beside me. Yeah, she’s screaming, too.
I clamp my lips shut to stop the terrible sound and force my brain to work. I hit something. Someone.
Oh God. I just hit a motorcycle.
I lurch out of the car and stumble around to the front. The impact crushed my front grill, crumpling the hood. One of my headlights is out—broken by the impact. The remaining one casts an eerie beam over the horrible scene. A huge motorcycle is on its side in front of the car, but the rider—
Please don’t let him be under the car.
A pitiful whimper comes out of my throat. I drop to my knees to peer under the carriage, but I can’t see anything.
Talya and Remy tumble out of the veh
