Of course Lachlan had to jump out of the Hummer and go after Noah. Of course he did.
Sera watched them both disappear inside the store.
She counted to ten.
Then twenty.
Then thirty.
But still, she didn't move.
Her fingers were still curled around the door handle, but she didn't open it. The Hummer rumbled quietly beneath her, the only thing that felt stable in the entire street.
A little girl ran past the windshield.
Something fast—too fast—chased after her.
She didn't scream.
She just vanished behind a parked van with a sound like splintering bone.
The screams from inside the café grew louder.
More guttural.
Sera didn't flinch.
Instead, she reached across the console and unlocked the glove compartment. Inside was a sleek black pistol, loaded. She picked it up and checked the magazine anyway. Safety off.
Someone slammed into the driver's side window a second later, teeth bared, face half-melted.
