Ava’s POV

The tires screeched as Joe swerved to keep control of the car. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out everything else—the hum of the engine, Joe’s muttered curses, even the rumble of the pursuing SUV’s engine.

I twisted in my seat, craning my neck to look out the rear window. The black SUV was closing in, its headlights glaring like twin predators hunting in the night. My stomach churned as a sliver of memory clawed its way into my mind.

The night I was kidnapped.

When Joe had pulled the car around, I had seen a familiar figure—sitting at the passenger’s seat of the SUV. The person...