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Oh, good. The steering wheel was right here. She’d just put her head down.
For a second.
Chris didn’t remember bolting from the car. He was just suddenly aware of the rain pouring down the neck of his shirt, soaking through his hair to welcome him into the storm. He ran through standing water, splashing hard with each step.
Why wasn’t she getting out?
Fire licked through the gap around the hood of Becca’s Honda. Billowing smoke ignored the rain and made paths to the sky.
From five feet away, he couldn’t see through her windows. The car was full of smoke.
Chris stretched an arm out to grab her door handle, ready to yank her free.
The door wouldn’t open.
He fought with the steel, swearing when the door wouldn’t give.
“Unlock it!” he yelled, pounding on the glass. “Becca! You have to—”
“Chris.” Nick caught his arm. “We have to run. He’s stronger. He’ll kill us.”
Gabriel was beside him, his eyes trained on the fire. “Now, Chris. The car’s on fire.”
“She’s trapped.” Chris could feel the heat coming from the hood now. The strength in the storm soaked into his skin with every drop.
He could seize this power. Use it.
Chris looked over the roof of her car. There, by the edge of the woods, the Guide remained.
Chris wanted to freeze the rain, to turn each drop into a tiny dagger, to attack this man and let him feel what true power could do. He’d never felt this clarity before, this surety in his own ability.
“Get her out.” Gabriel swiped a hand across the narrow gap along her hood, pulling the fire into his fist, then shaking it loose to hiss and die in the rain.
More fire immediately replaced it.
Gabriel swiped it clean again. “But hurry.”
Chris pounded on the window again. “Becca! Open the door!” Wind sent the rain sheeting sideways, stinging his cheeks and promising revenge if he’d just respond.
The water fed his strength without his even asking. Chris slammed the side of his fist into the window. A crack formed. Nick slammed a fist right beside his. The crack widened.
Sirens sang somewhere in the distance.
Water rushed over his feet. He punched her window again. Another crack. Damned safety glass.
More fire shot from around her hood, but Chris didn’t spare a thought for whether Gabriel could control it all. People were starting to get out of their cars, jackets hunched over their heads.
“You kids get away!” some lady shouted from far back. “That car’s on fire!”
Fist. Glass. Crack.
“Becca!” Jesus Christ, why wouldn’t she open the door?
The ground shook. Hard. Chris caught at the side mirror to keep his footing.
Nick caught his arm to keep from falling. “He’s flooding the bridge.”
“No,” Gabriel yelled. “He’s taking out the bridge.”
