Broken By The Heir, Claimed By Power
a deluge. The sky opened up and dumped an ocean onto the highway. The wipers on th
ripping the steering wheel with wh
, squinting through the windshiel
wish," Ben muttered,
Red brake lights stretched out ah
erything
" Ben said
jumped. "Turn
"Dispatch, we have a multi-vehicle pileup near mile marker 42. Tractor-tra
minu
e shoulder,"
llegal,"
Black smoke was rising into the rain-strea
van onto the gravel shoulder and in
een-wheeler lay on its side across three lanes. A sedan was crushed arens yet. They were
he kept under the seat. Her mother had been a war correspondent in the Balk
ous!" Ben yelled as
llets of ice. She stepped out, her heels sinking into the mud. S
reamed back at Ben. "Wi
ed. The driver was slumped over the wheel,
e metal slick with rain and diesel fuel.
an you
oaned. "My le
She tried to pry the door open,r something to break
rough the sou
a tu
ad. The rider had bailed, but the bike-four hundred pounds of steel-was sliding sideways, sp
!" someon
't think.
rowing herself backward into the
nd hard. The air
truck right where she had been
um. Her right foot twisted violently in
O
le-not a break, but a severe, tearing wren
the sound lost
She tried to move her foot. Agony. She gritted her teeth, forcing herse
headlights cutting through the glo
shoulder, forcing their way through the debris
ed thirty
f up on her elbows,
f the middl
las. They weren't protecting themselves. Th
harcoal trench coat that looked like it cost more than the v
ped the umbrellas and sprinted toward the tr
h coat stood alone i
were shaking, slippery with mud and bloo
zoom
eekbones. Eyes the color of slate
erling. T
raiser in Manhattan right now. What was
tur
lens, his ey
... annoyed. Cold. Like she was a c
apped th