Sensory overload was something Vin dealt with on the daily, but that was nothing compared to what he was going through now.

Vin couldn’t filter the noise anymore. At his side, Callie flinched and screamed with every bullet that hit the old metal of their borrowed truck.

Outside, enemies yelled and fired their guns at them. Engines roared over the scratch of tires against the loose gravel, and each sound grated at Vin’s senses. He couldn’t think, and to top it all off, his thigh had started to hurt. Just his fucking luck.

Then, as if the gods were really against him, one son of a bitch got lucky and...