MAYA'S POV

The sound came first.

Metal screaming against metal. Glass exploding. My body slammed sideways against the seatbelt, and the world spun like a coin.

Then silence.

I couldn't breathe. My ears rang. Something warm and wet touched my arm, and for a terrible second I thought it was mine.

"Maya!"

The back door ripped open. Cold air rushed in.

Damian.

Blood ran down the left side of his face, thick and dark, dripping off his jaw onto his white shirt. One eye was half closed. He didn't seem to notice.

"Are you hurt?" His hands moved over my shoulders, my arms, my head, quick and careful. "Maya, look...