HaileyThe roar of the SUV’s engine was the only thing filling the silence as we tore through the streets of Paris. Evans was hunched over the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his jaw set in a line of iron. Beside him, the tablet on the dashboard flickered with red dots, marking the path David had taken. I sat in the back, squeezed between the leather door and Nancy. She wasn't leaning back. She was sitting on the very edge of the seat, her eyes fixed on the windshield."Faster, Evans," Nancy whispered. Her voice was thin, but it carried a strange, vibrating authority."I’m going as fast as I can without flipping the car, Nancy," Evans snapped, though his eyes softened when he looked at her in the rearview mirror."She’s scared," Nancy said, reaching out to touch the glass of the window. "The third one. The noise is changing. It’s not just a hum anymore. It’s a rhythmic thudding. Like a drum. She knows we are coming, but she doesn't know if we are the monsters or the hunters."I cl
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