Fantine

The steering wheel felt slick under my palms as I kept my foot pressed hard against the gas pedal, the dark trees along the mountain road were rushing past us while the engine of Riley's truck roared louder with every steep hill we climbed. My left shoulder was burning from where a silver bullet had grazed the skin during that final alleyway shootout, and I could feel the warm blood soaking through my torn sleeve, but I didn't dare slow down because the memory of Selene’s cold face was still staring at me through the windshield.

"You're bleeding all over the console, Fantine, so let me take the wheel...