Page 179 of Broken Oath

She dove to the side.

The driver adjusted.

Still coming.

Still tracking her.

Rook hit Sarah hard.

The impact carried both of them across the snow-covered dock.

The SUV missed them by inches.

It continued toward the end of the pier.

Cobra’s voice entered the radio.

“Do I have permission now?”

“Yes!”

A controlled explosion erupted beneath the dock ahead of the SUV.

Not enough to destroy the pier.

Enough to collapse an empty service ramp beneath the vehicle’s front wheels.

The SUV pitched forward.

Its undercarriage slammed into the broken ramp and stopped.

Airbags deployed.

The engine died.

“Minimal property damage,” Cobra announced.

Cutter answered immediately.

“We’ll discuss your definition of minimal later.”

Rook rolled onto his back.

Sarah lay half across his chest.

For one suspended moment, neither moved.

Snow drifted around them.

The battle sounded far away.

Muted.

Her face was inches from his.

Gray eyes held his.

Storm-colored.