C10 Trinity Jones, present day, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth

The car skidded and the left two wheels lifted off the pavement as I took the corner going hella-fast. My NASCAR skills didn’t matter since the black SUV behind us didn’t even slow down.

“I need to take more driving lessons,” I grumbled, gripping the wheel tighter.

I’d gone to college, law school, and taken basic self-defense, but none of that included stunt driving. Looking back