Logan's grip on the wheel tightened as he took a sharp turn onto a side street, the tires screeching slightly against the pavement. The sudden movement caught our pursuers off guard, forcing them to adjust their speed.
We weaved through the late-evening traffic, headlights flashing as Logan smoothly switched lanes, always staying one step ahead.
I glanced at the side mirror. The car was still behind us, but it was struggling to keep up.
"Are they gaining?" Logan asked, his voice steady but alert.
"No," I said, eyes locked on the reflection. "But they're not giving up either."
Logan exhaled sharply, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel. "Hold on."
The car shot forward as he pressed harder on the gas. The speedometer climbed rapidly. My heart pounded as we weaved through traffic, the city lights blurring past. For a moment, it seemed like we had lost them—until another vehicle swerved out of a side street and slammed into the rear corner of our car.
