"Get out!" the brakes scream—metal twists, glass shatters.
"Kim! Move! Now!" a man's voice cuts through the wind.
"I can't—seatbelt," Kimora gasps, fingers fumbling the latch. Smoke stings her eyes. Heat presses at the door like someone pushing from the inside.
"The exit's jammed!" the driver curses. He yells at someone behind him. "Call 911! Call—"
Kimora fumbles her phone with half-melted fingers. She taps a contact with trembling thumbs. "Ryan, it's Kim—"
The line clicks. No answer.
"Kimora! We have to go!" a woman screams from the backseat. Voices are everywhere and nowhere. The highway is a ribbon of flashing lights and honking horns.
"I can see the bridge! If we make it ten miles—" Kimora says into the phone, breath burning.
Glass gives. The car flips with a sound like a thrown metal drum. Everything tilts; the sky spills sideways. She tastes blood; the world tilts again.
"Hold on to me!" Cade's hand clamps around her wrist with a strength that anchors her.
"Cade—" She tries to turn. Heat climbs the door edge. Flames wink at the window.
"Get out!" Cade sounds smaller and terribly urgent. "Kick—kick the—
There is a thunderous impact as the car collides with a barrier. Kimora's vision fragments into shards of dashboard and streetlight. She remembers laughing at a rooftop party and promising Ryan she'd be there by nine. She remembers Lucia's smile that had teeth in it. She remembers running to
