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destination at all.
    Before I could work out which of the two options was best, Trey got my attention by slamming his fist down onto the steering wheel in anger.
    “What is it?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at the tailgaters.
    “It’s me,” he said in frustration. I just figured out where we’re going. I was thinking about it before I could stop myself. Now they’ll figure us out for sure.”
    “That was going to happen anyway,” I told him. “It doesn’t change anything. Keep driving.”
    “Then what happens?”
    “I don’t know exactly, but these guys will be getting more than they bargained for if we can reach him. We’re almost there.”
    “That’s good enough for me,” Trey said, making a quick lane change.
    We were on a secluded street now without much traffic. The black SUV trailed behind us not more than two car lengths back. It was constant and menacing like a shadow. I wondered if they’d read our destination in Trey’s thoughts and back off. That would have been too easy. The closer we got to Antonio’s, the more desperate they seemed to stay on top of us. The SUV veered into the lane next to us and sped up, pulling up beside us. Trey glanced at them and then back at the road. I knew he was worried about oncoming traffic. The road ahead was clear for now. I leaned toward Trey and got my first look at one of them. I didn’t recognize him as he met my gaze and then gave a nod to the driver.

    I called out Trey’s name in warning, but the black SUV was already swerving toward us. Trey reacted by quickly veering away from them, which sent us off the road and straight for a street light. Trey yanked the steering wheel to the side, trying to miss the giant wooden pole. It might have worked but his human reflexes were sluggish. I braced myself for impact, my whole body jerking forward as the hood of the Mazda on Trey’s side crumpled against the pole. The sound of the metal crunching and the windshield cracking was almost enough to drown out the sound of another set of tires squealing to a stop. As I sat back, sparks were pouring out of the street light and onto the hood of the car, sizzling. I turned to find that Trey was slumped over the steering wheel, his body leaning against the door. A steady stream of dark blood flowed from his nose.

Chapter 7

    Aurora

    “TREY?” I CALLED OUT, reaching for him. “Trey, wake up!” His heart was beating, but he was unconscious. I wasn’t sure how bad he was hurt, but I knew better than to shake him. I quickly glanced around for my phone, knowing I’d had it just a minute ago. I rummaged around and found it on the floor, quickly speed-dialing Antonio.
    “Aurora,” he said when he answered. “I had the strangest feeling about you just now. Are you okay?”
    “I need your help,” I said quickly. “I’m five blocks from your house and there’s a group of vampires after Trey and I. We crashed Trey’s car. He’s unconscious.”
    “I’m not home, but I’ll be there-”
    But I didn’t get to hear the rest of his sentence. The door on my side was thrown up and open, and a vampire had me by the throat before I could defend myself. My phone crashed to the ground, and I struggled to find my feet as I was pulled from the car. It was the vampire I’d locked eyes with that had a hold of me. He held me at eye-level, seething.
    “What’s the matter?” He grinned maniacally. “Vampires not good enough for you now? Had to resort to this piece of trash?” He jerked his chin in Trey’s direction. “I think you’ve been looking in all the wrong places.”
    I swung my right leg out and pulled it hard against the back of his knee. His leg buckled and he loosened his grip on my throat as he tried to catch himself from falling. I took advantage of his downward momentum and took a swing at his head, knocking him backward. The SUV had slid to a stop twenty yards away and two more vampires climbed out of it. I turned to face them both, prepared to