Page 113 of Ranger's Wildflower
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Too easy.
I don’t like it.
We hit the main road.
Turn right.
Then—
“There!” Trigger snaps.
Black sedan.
Two cars back.
Closing.
“Of course,” Blaze mutters.
“Don’t outrun them yet,” I say. “Let’s see what they do.”
The sedan speeds up.
Closer.
Too close.
“They’re not just following,” Beast says. “They’re lining up.”
“For what?” Tessa asks.
My jaw tightens.
“Contact.”
Her breath catches.
The sedan surges forward.
Pulls alongside.
Driver glances over.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Then—
He swerves.
Hard.
Blaze jerks the wheel, tires screeching as we avoid the hit.
“Not subtle!” he barks.
“Now we move,” I say.
