The flames from our destroyed Maserati cast dancing shadows across the street as I pulled Evelyn behind a concrete barrier. My back stung where metal fragments had torn through my shirt, but the wounds were already healing thanks to my enhanced physique.
"Stay down," I whispered, scanning the crowd of onlookers that had gathered around the explosion site.
Evelyn pressed against me, her body trembling. "Ethan, I can't believe someone actually tried to kill us."
"Professional assassins don't give up after one failed attempt," I replied grimly. "The person who planted that bomb is likely still watching."
My enhanced senses swept across the scene methodically. Police officers were establishing a perimeter. Firefighters battled the burning wreckage. Paramedics checked on the civilians I'd pushed to safety. But among the chaos, one figure caught my attention.
