Dante's knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

"We need to get off the road," he said. His voice was flat. Empty. The tone he used when he was forcing himself to stay calm. "Now."

"Where do we go?" Sienna looked back at Leo. Still sleeping. Unaware that the monster who'd orchestrated everything was free and hunting them.

"There's a safe house. About forty minutes from here. Countryside. Remote." Dante was already changing routes. Taking back roads. "I bought it years ago. After my father died. Somewhere to disappear if things went bad."

"Is it secure?"

"As secure as I could make it. Reinforced doors. Cameras. Panic room." He glanced...