Three SUVs tore down the highway, exceeding every speed limit.
Damian drove the lead vehicle with white-knuckled intensity, his foot pressed firmly on the accelerator. Beside him, Silas monitored his tablet....pulling up traffic reports, calculating routes, finding any way to shave minutes off their travel time.
Damon sat in the back, weapons still strapped to his body, too keyed up to sleep despite his brother's order.
"Call Dr. Thorne," Damian ordered. "I need an update."
Silas dialed, putting it on speaker.
"Status?" Damian demanded the moment Dr. Thorne answered.
"She's alive," Dr. Thorne said, her voice exhausted. "Barely. Temperature hit 106.1 an hour ago. I've got her packed in ice. The medically induced coma is helping, but her body is still fighting the transformation even while unconscious."
"How?" Damon asked. "How is she fighting it while in a coma?"
