PROLOGUETATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving.“What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash.My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”He acted as if he hadn’t heard me, just kept speeding down the dark road. My eyes darted to my husband as my ears buzzed with fear. Adrian looked scared. Terrified even. This wasn’t good.Not. At. All.“Head back to New Orleans,” I yelled. We were way outside the city limits, headed for Adrian’s place. Dark roads highlighted only by the light of the moon. We hadn’t seen a house or another car for miles.“Head down,” he barked. I obeyed at once, as I struggled against the seat belt.If Adrian was worried, there was something terribly wrong.“Adrian,” I screeched, fear seepin
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