His words, as cold and commanding as ever, somehow brought a surge of warmth and fierce comfort to Nevaeh's terrified heart.
She thought to herself, right then and there, that once her grandmother's matters were resolved, as long as he didn't push her away, she would stay by his side.
For real.
Just as Nevaeh was dreaming of a hopeful future, a harsh, metallic screeching sound pierced her ears, shattering the moment.
She turned to see one of the black cars closely tailing them on the left, moving in perfect, sinister sync.
On the right, two more cars had caught up, positioning themselves to completely box them in.
The three vehicles advanced in a terrifying, unified formation, relentlessly slamming into the sides of their car.
The deafening crashes of metal on metal and the terrifying roar of engines echoed around them, sounding like the very voice of hell itself, instilling a bone-deep fear within her.
