Tonight I choose Darcy. She closed her eyes, feeling the car flying down the street, taking corners too fast, squealing through intersections, bouncing over curbs. Tonight I choose Darcy … Darcy.… The car skidded sideways, throwing her into the door. She tasted blood and saw that she’d bitten down on her finger. He knows me … he knows my name … and I can’t tell anyone or Liz will die.…
