Victoria flew violently into the car, crashing into the front seats. A high-pitched beep pierced her ears, plunging her into a state of confusion and almost unconsciousness.

Stunned, she looked up. Marcell lay with a bloodied forehead, crushed against the windshield. At her side, Salvatore, also wounded, barely kept his eyes half-open after trying to protect her from the impact.

"Salvatore! Salvatore, talk to me! He begged in a broken voice, shaking him gently.

"Victoria... are you okay?" he muttered with difficulty.

"Yes, yes... I am fine.

With effort, Salvatore held his sore head and staggering, managed to get out of the vehicle to assess the situation. The other escort...