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Chapter 183:
Amelia couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment the spinning car finally stopped. Dizziness clouded her mind, though, strangely, nothing seemed to hurt.
She realized the man beside her still held her tightly, his arms a barrier in the darkness.
Her voice quivered as she whispered his name, “Wyatt?” She searched for any sign that he was all right.
Memories of twisting metal and his low groans crashed over her, and tears welled, blurring her vision. Her shaky voice slipped out again. “Wyatt p>
Silence pressed down until a ragged reply reached her. “I’m fine p>
Relief washed through her—until a sudden burst of orange flickered dangerously nearby. In an instant she understood: flames had started to lick at their battered vehicle.
They had survived the collision, but now the fire threatened their lives once more.
The car lay on its side, completely overturned, and the firelight revealed a window just above their heads. Gritting her teeth, Amelia braced against the seat and shoved with everything she had, but the door remained stubbornly shut, mangled by the crash.
Wyatt’s voice cut through the chaos. “Check the compartment—there’s a window breaker inside p>
His words spurred Amelia to fumble open the compartment beside her. Her fingers closed around the tool, but before she could swing, Wyatt caught her wrist. “Let me handle it p>
Shattering the window meant facing upward, glass ready to rain down on whoever struck it.
ѕ𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗶е𝘀 у𝗈𝘶 𝘄o𝘯’t р𝘶𝘁 𝘥𝗼𝗐𝘯 𝗼n 𝗀a𝗅ո𝗈𝘷е𝗅ѕ.с𝘰m
Wyatt refused to let Amelia hurt herself, not with danger this close. Up front, Barrie remained slumped and motionless—clearly unconscious.
With a determined swing, Wyatt smashed the glass. Amelia watched anxiously as the pane fractured; thankfully, a protective film kept the shards from showering down on them.
Without wasting a second, Wyatt turned back. “Step on my shoulder—use me to climb out p>
“No, you go first!” Amelia’s tone was unwavering. “You need to be outside to help Barrie and me get out p>
A crease appeared on Wyatt’s brow at her insistence, but after a beat of hesitation he hoisted himself up, braced on the seatback, and squeezed through. Luck was on their side—the window was just wide enough for someone of Wyatt’s build to slip through.
Once outside, he reached down with an outstretched hand. “Amelia, take my hand p>
Trusting him completely, she grabbed hold, and with one strong pull he lifted her clear of the wreck. Only after reaching the outside did she fully comprehend the danger—the engine was already swallowed by roaring flames.
“You go down first,” Wyatt said urgently. “I’ll get Barrie out p>
He tried to steer her toward safety, but Amelia slipped out of his grasp. “That’s not enough. You’ll need help pulling him up—I’m staying,” she said, determination in her eyes. Without waiting for argument, she scrambled forward, clutching the window breaker as she went.
Wyatt smashed through the front windshield with a forceful blow, and Amelia wasted no time calling Barrie’s name. Her cries echoed for several seconds before Barrie’s faint voice finally answered. Flickering firelight revealed a streak of blood running down his brow.
“Barrie, reach for me!” Amelia shouted. “We have to get you out—the car’s burning p>
Panic and adrenaline lent Barrie strength he didn’t know he had, and he dragged himself forward, stretching his arm toward them. Wyatt bent low to seize Barrie’s hand while Amelia gripped his arm with everything she had.