Eva gripped the steering wheel tight as she drove through the dim streets.
She'd been trailing Jace and Hannah for blocks, keeping her distance, but somewhere along the way she lost them.
"Damn it," she muttered, slamming her palm against the wheel. She pulled the car over, stepped out, and leaned against the hood. Her eyes swept the street. Empty.
A faint sound broke the silence, movement, quick and sharp. Her body reacted before her mind did.
She raised her hand instinctively, palm open, ready to release a blast. Nothing came. Her stomach dropped.
"Right," she whispered bitterly. "No powers."
Her eyes darted to the back seat. She rushed to the car, yanking the door open and grabbing a metal rod she'd stashed there. The cold weight steadied her nerves.
But before she could turn fully, something yanked her sideways through the open window. Her back slammed against the pavement.
