The SUV's tires shrieked as the driver attempted a physics-defying turn at sixty miles per hour. Metal met asphalt in a shower of sparks, the vehicle tilting at an angle that suggested it was about to flip entirely.
Then it did.
The SUV rolled once, twice, three times before slamming into the drainage ditch with a sickening crunch of collapsing metal and shattering glass. For one horrible moment, everything was silence.
Then Kai's voice came through Marcus's phone speaker, sharp with urgency: "Liam's out. I have him. He's—"
A pause that lasted three heartbeats too long.
"He's what?" Marcus demanded, already out of his vehicle and running toward the scene.
"He's laughing," Kai said, sounding bewildered. "He just phased through a rolling vehicle, sprinted fifty yards while invisible, and he's laughing about it."
