Looking utterly confused, Rose watched as Fred suddenly opened the roof of the car and turned to Rakan. "When I give the signal, hit the gas. Got it?" Fred said firmly.
Rakan nodded, eyes narrowing with determination. He had no idea what Fred was planning, but he understood one thing: when the time came, his job was to floor it—get them the hell out of there and leave whatever monster was behind them in the dust.
With the confirmation he needed, Fred stood up through the open roof, positioning himself in the center of the car. He braced his legs carefully to keep his balance. With practiced ease, he uncoiled the rope that had always been draped around his shoulder—something most people assumed was just a part of his rugged style.
