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screams and covers her ears as the windows rattle and the ground vibrates beneath us.
    “We’re safe.” I squeeze her bare thigh before shifting gears again. “They won’t be holding slave auctions in this part of the country anytime soon.”
    Headlights show up behind me in moments as we race into the night. I shift through the gears like a race-car driver, gunning down the rough streets and heading toward the desert.
    “You did that? You blew it up?”
    “Of course.” I clip a merchant’s cart, sending it spinning into the road behind me. Maybe it will slow down our pursuers. The headlights swerve, but keep coming.
    “Seatbelt, Collette.”
    Bullets ping off the back of the car as I take a turn at breakneck speed. The tires screech as I straighten it out and narrowly avoid another cart left on the street overnight. Collette snaps her seatbelt into place and covers her face.
    “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” I pull out the pistol I stashed between the seats.
    “Cash? Is that your name?”
    My heart warms to hear my name on her perfect lips. “That’s right.”
    “Thank you.”
    I roll the window down and fire at the first car on our tail. I get lucky and nail the driver because the vehicle spins out of control. Not so luckily, two cars remain.
    “Fuck. I mean, you’re welcome.” I pull my gun back in and swerve to avoid a slow car puttering along ahead of me.
    The buildings thin out after another half a mile, and then it’s only us, the poppy fields, and the two cars on our tail. They split behind me, chasing me side-by-side and eating up the pavement faster and faster. More slugs slam into the back of the car, and it’s only a matter of time before they shoot a tire out. I grip the gear shift.
    “Do you trust me?”
    She turns to me, her light blue eyes sparkling in what little moonlight filters through the clouds. “Yes.”
    “Good. Hold on.”
    I slam on the brakes, and the car skids violently as I keep my eyes on the rearview. The two pursuers split and go around, both of them jetting out in front of us, gravel and sand spraying up from their tires.
    I shove the car back into gear and sink the accelerator to the floor. The engine roars as we fly forward, and I fire at the left-most car. The back window shatters, glass pinging against our windshield. A few more shots and the car swerves, rushes out into a poppy field, and rolls several times. Out of commission.
    One car left. A red Porsche. A man leans out of the passenger window and fires an automatic weapon at us, the bullets eating into the hood of the car. The poppy fields have ended, and we’re racing through the open desert. If I can lose the Porsche, Collette will be safe.
    “Duck!” I grip her neck and shove her down as the windshield explodes, glass skittering everywhere.
    The shots keep coming as the car ahead of me slows. I release Collette and fire several shots. The man sinks back into the car and fires through the back window instead.
    “Keep your head down.” I holster my pistol and floor it, working the gear shift like a musical instrument. A shot grazes my ear as I pull up to their car. Too fucking close. I dart out next to the passenger side and cut the wheel hard to the left, winging their back fender.
    The car skids, but the driver gets it under control and straightens out as the passenger stops firing, likely to reload. It’s now or never. I pull up again and veer to the right, then pull hard left again. I spin him out this time, the Porsche skidding sideways at a vicious angle until the tires gain purchase again and shoot the car into a sand dune.
    The brake lights die in my rearview mirror, and I am finally alone with Collette.
     
     

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
     
     
    “ Y OU CAN SIT UP. They’re gone.”
    The road stretches out ahead of us, sand covering the patchy blacktop. The moon finally emerges from the clouds and shows us the way to safer territory.
    “You’re bleeding.” She touches my ear and brings