"They're gaining," one of the guards muttered, glancing back through the shattered glass, his voice edged with a tension that no amount of training could fully suppress.
Daniella's heart slammed violently against her ribs as she turned again, forcing herself to look.
The black SUV behind them had closed the distance significantly, its headlights glaring like predatory eyes, its engine pushing hard. The second vehicle flanked slightly to the side, attempting to box them in, their coordination making it painfully clear this was not a random attack.
This was planned.
Her breath came faster now, shallow and uneven, but her mind, against all odds, began to sharpen beneath the panic.
They weren't trying to scare them.
They were trying to stop them.
