Chapter 97 A Fragile Victory

• The truck rattled as they sped down the desolate road, the engine straining under the pressure. Amara’s pulse pounded in her ears, the adrenaline refusing to fade. They had bought themselves time, but how much?
• Luca kept his hands steady on the wheel, his knuckles white. “We need a new plan.”
• Damian glanced back at the wreckage disappearing in the distance. “Pretty sure crashing them into a river wasn’t part of the original one.”