Nightkeepers

by Jessica Andersen

  And drove straight into a wall of fire.

  She screamed and cranked the wheel as flames lashed at the car, slapping in through the open windows and searing the air around her. Worse was the power that crackled along her skin, feeling dark and twisted.

  Ambush!

  Her warrior’s instincts fired up; she fought the urge to slam on the brakes and hit the gas instead, hoping to punch through the fire, but it was already too late. The car cut loose and slid sideways, losing traction when all four tires blew.

  Heart pounding, she fought the wheel, fought to not inhale. Smoke burned her eyes and throat, and the exposed skin of her wrists and face. Then she was through the fire magic and back on the open road, but it was too late to steer, too late to correct even if she could without rubber on the rims.

  Alexis screamed as the BMW hit the guardrail and flipped.