The whole car jerked sideways, but Clara didn't even flinch. She planted her boot on the center console, steadying herself as she snapped up her gun and fired straight ahead.

Her shot nailed the lead car, flipping it over and blocking the rest of the convoy behind it.

It would only buy them a few seconds, though. The others would be back on their tail any moment.

Clara slipped back in through the open window, already reloading the gun with practiced, almost automatic movements.

Halfway through, she paused, frowning. "Wait... did I ever actually learn how to use a gun?"

And yet, her hands knew exactly what to do.

She'd been wondering about it since earlier, when she'd spotted the scattered gun parts and somehow, without thinking, assembled them in seconds.

She glanced at Dylan sitting beside her.

He had his eyes closed, silent.

Aiden up front was quiet too.

Sensing the strange tension, Clara decided not to push it.

She rolled up the window and scooted closer to Dylan. "Feeling any better?" she asked softly.

He opened his eyes, gaze drifting to the gun in her hands.

a crooked smile. "This thing's pretty handy. Guess I must've learned somewhere... just can't remember who taught

a surge of blurry, chaotic memories crashed through her mind,

it show. Instead, she grabbed a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from

to you.

Finding nothing unusual, he reached

half-trapped against his chest, unable to

this guy actually touch-starved or

she knew she couldn't stay. She had her own people to look out

The car

enemy

down the road, the

closing in

then, Dylan's team.

cutting them off.

a shaky breath,

back in

glimpse of a small box

ask. Instead, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and tried to

figured as long

were here, they'd be safe.

of nowhere,

ahead. Even Aiden

from the mountain, smashing into the car and sending them tumbling down a

Clara's world spun.

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