Cristóbal's POV
I saw her hit the asphalt life a fearless princess who was trying to survive…I mean she was but…before I even processed what she was doing.
She jumped.
Off a moving van.
No hesitation.
One second, she was gone from view—ripped away from me—and the next, I saw her tumbling across the pavement like a rag doll, her body hitting the ground hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs.
"Summer!" I swerved, foot slamming the brake, tires screaming as I spun the Lambo sideways to block the road.
The van jerked toward the shoulder to dodge me, but they were too slow.
Too fucking slow.
I hit them straight on.
The front of my car crunched into their rear with a thunderous slam. Metal screamed. The van spun, swerved off the road, and slammed into a tree so hard the front collapsed like paper.
Smoke billowed from the hood, hissing into the air like an omen.
But I was already out of the car.
Already running.
