A Desperate Gamble

It was a short-haired girl, standing in the middle of the road with her arms spread wide, her face set with determination, clearly blocking their path on purpose.

"Elora, what do we do?"

Jace couldn't help asking, easing off the speed a little.

Elora's cold voice came through the radio. "Run her over."

Jace blinked. "What?"

He turned to look, and sure enough, Elora had actually sped up.

The rumble