COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
Blue and purple smoke billowed up, huge against the sky.
“Maya…” Julian whispered, forehead pressed to the cold glass.
David sat in the back, face buried in his hands. Bianca and Toby clung to each other, crying quietly. They’d escaped, but Maya was gone.
Then the jet’s radio crackled to life.
Not a voice. Just a beat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Julian’s heart skipped. He stared at the radar. A small, bright blue dot zipped away from the ruins, hugging the ground—faster than any car, faster than any human could run.