Music blasted. A horn sounded. Brakes squealed. She turned toward the commotion just in time to see a truck slam into Chad. “Chad!” Kate barely heard her own scream above the music entertaining the crowd. She tried to push her way toward the street, straining to see what had happened. He was lying there, still, as the driver exited his car. Someone grabbed her arm from behind. Instinctively, she tried to pull away as panic whipped through her. Chad had been right. They were here. And they’d found her. Ready to hurt her as they’d hurt her sister and now Chad... “It’s okay... It’s me.“ Marcus loosened his grip, but didn’t let go as he turned her around to face him. Both of his hands rested against her arms as he caught her gaze and pulled her away from the crowd. “Kate?” “Marcus?” Kate felt a flood of relief surge through her, but even that relief did little to alleviate the fear or the images she couldn’t erase from her mind.
