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Then something caught her eye.
Someone.
A lone figure stood at the crest of the hill, just before the woods that backed the road. The storm and the rain kept her from making out any features. Just dark clothes, some sense of focus in his stance.
Was he watching her?
Tyler? Chris?
One of the Guides? Was there only one?
A blast of wind shook her car, and she fought to keep hold of the wheel. The bridge loomed close, and the guardrail at the corner seemed small and flimsy. That man remained still.
He was watching her. She could feel it.
Ridiculous. He stood over a hundred feet away. She could barely see him—no way he could see her through the windshield.
But that focus was there. Something about him seemed familiar.
What did he expect her to do, stop the storm? Prove she was one of them?
“I can’t do anything,” she whispered. “Please. Stop.”
Crash! The sound came from behind her. Becca flinched and almost lost the wheel. A Dodge SUV and a Toyota sedan had collided. The SUV pushed the smaller vehicle into the ditch on the west side of the street. The earth gave way, spraying mud and grass chunks into the road.
Brake lights lit up her windshield, and she realized she’d been staring in her rearview mirror too long.
A black station wagon had sideswiped the side of the bridge and stalled in the road.
Becca punched the brakes.
Too late. She ran right into it.
“He wants to kill us.” Nick was in the passenger seat, his fingers wrapped around the door handle, his knuckles white.
“No shit,” said Gabriel. “Keep it together.”
Chris sat in the back, clutching his own door handle. He could feel the rain striking the car. This rain meant harm with every drop—the kind of storm that sought to form tornadoes, to destroy.
The storm itself didn’t scare him. He wanted to be part of it.
That scared him.
Chris pressed his forehead against the window and shut his eyes. Wind rocked the car. He heard Nick suck a breath through his teeth.
“I’m just going to drive us through it,” said Gabriel. “Okay? I’ll get us past this.”
He didn’t sound frightened—he sounded determined. And this storm carried no lightning. No fire, no natural burst of energy to draw Gabriel’s own abilities.
Maybe he could drive them through it. Chris lifted his head.
Bad idea. Rain sheeted across the roadway, every drop an invitation. The creek sat ahead, swollen with rainwater, raging with the strength of the storm. Chris could stand in that water, let it wrap around his body until he was drunk on power.
“Hey.” Gabriel smacked him in the forehead.
Chris jerked back—and almost fell down.
He didn’t remember unbuckling his seat belt, but he must have. He’d been leaning between the two front seats, kneeling on the floor there.
