Fear like he’d never felt before screamed through him. “Will!” Screeching tires and the sound of colliding bumpers rent the air, and Dylan watched as Paige jumped from his car to race toward the one that she’d just stopped head-on. A figure bolted from the other car and took off toward the row of stores lining the parking lot. Dylan let him go without a second thought; his sole focus was getting to Will. The crash seemed minor, but it had been a major risk to cause an accident with Will in the car. Paige caught his eye and motioned she was going after the man. Torn, he wanted to tell her to stay put, to not place herself in danger. However, he knew she wouldn’t listen. And Will was his main concern at the moment. He nodded, shot her a please-be-careful look that she didn’t catch as she’d already taken off in pursuit of the man. Arriving at the car, he found Will hunched in the backseat, his shoulders shaking, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. “Will. Hey, it’s okay.”
