"Stay down!" Damian yelled, covering Claire with his body as another shot cracked through the air.
The driver shot back toward a building across the street. "Mr. Blackwood, we need to move now!"
Damian pulled Claire up and shoved her into the car, jumping in after her. The tires screeched as they sped away from the curb.
Claire's hands shook as she touched the window where a bullet had left a spider web of cracks. "Someone just tried to kill you," she whispered.
Damian's face was grim. "Or you. Or both of us." He checked his phone, then tossed it out the window. "They could be tracking it."
Claire stared at him. "Who would want us dead?"
"That list gets longer every day." Damian turned to the car. "Take us to the safe house. And Marcus—"
"Already on it, sir," the driver nodded, taking a sharp turn down an alley. "No one's following yet."
