C69 ICE SIXTY-NINE: ANA.

MADISON'S POV:

I tore myself loose, bolting down the road. My purse slipped somewhere behind me, gone, but I didn’t dare look back. My phone gone. Everything gone except the burning need to survive.

I barely made it ten steps before headlights roared, the car accelerating with purpose. Hunting me.

I pushed harder, breathless, legs burning. But the car was faster. It cut in front of me