Rowan’s POV

“Fun time’s over, Bret. We need to grab the wheel,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us.

Bret blinked at me, incredulous. “Grab the wheel? Rowan, there’s a steel wall separating us from the driver. Not to mention it’s bulletproof. How the hell are we supposed to get through that?”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re not using bullets.” I grinned, pulling a smoke grenade from my belt.

Bret’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. Don’t tell me you’re gonna—"

I yanked the pin and tossed the grenade. “Yeah. Duck.”

The van filled with thick, suffocating smoke, choking both of us as well as the driver. His...