Page 68 of The Dark Stranger

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She blocked.

Headbutted him.

Blood sprayed across the white ground.

Behind them—

Izzy watched.

And for the first time—

He lookeduncertain.

Miles back down the road—

Silas’s vehicle tore through the storm.

“Boss,” Jace’s voice crackled in his ear, “Drone just caught visual. They’ve got the girls pinned. Rebecca’s fighting back.”

Silas’s eyes darkened.

“That’s my girl,” he muttered.

His men locked and loaded in the backseat.

“Three minutes out,” Jace said.

Silas pressed harder on the gas.

“Hold on, Becs,” he whispered to the storm.

Back on the bridge—

Another gun lifted toward Becca’s back.

She didn’t see it.

But someone else did.

Silas

I was too late.

By the time we broke through the storm and reached the wreckage, the bridge was empty.

Just twisted metal.

Gun casings.

Blood staining the snow.

The SUV overturned and abandoned like a corpse.

“Spread out!” I barked.

My boots hit the ground hard, snow soaking into leather as I scanned the scene.

No bodies.

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