One of James’s?

She licked her lips. Considered getting out of the Ford. But the car ahead was still idling, the headlights still casting twin beams across the side of the house.

Rebecca could barely breathe. She couldn’t see through the windows of the hatchback, but she thought the driver was still inside. And in the dark little house?

Megan?

Oh. God.

Is this where she’d been taken?

If only! Please let her be alive!

She reached for her phone—

Her driver’s door opened suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushing into the interior, the dome light blinking on.

She gasped. What the—?

“Get out!” a woman’s voice snarled.

Rebecca’s stomach dropped.

She looked up to see Sophia standing in the opening, with a gun aimed straight at Rebecca’s head. “Get out. Now!”

Rebecca started to reach for her phone.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sophia warned, and in her eyes, there was a gleam as evil as the creases in Satan’s heart. “Don’t you think it’s time you met Sister?”

“She’s here? Megan?” Rebecca couldn’t believe it. Had Megan been up here all the time? That didn’t seem right. But why else would Sophia be coming here? No, no . . . this had to be a trap. But if Megan were alive. If she were—

“I said, ‘Get out’!”

In a split second, she thought she might have a chance if she was out of the car. And get how far on foot?

The keys were still in the ignition—

As if she realized Rebecca’s intention, Sophia took a step back. “Fine. Your choice.” She fired.

Hot pain seared Rebecca’s shoulder. She fell backward, then was yanked viciously, Sophia’s thumb digging into the wound made by the bullet. Rebecca cried out as she tumbled out of the car, falling deep into the snow. “Get up!” Sophia yelled at her. “Get up!”

Rebecca tried to get her feet under her, stumbled for a second.

“I said—”

Rebecca charged!

Aimed straight for Sophia’s legs. With all of her force, she propelled her body forward, rammed the blonde, and Sophia slipped, the gun flying from her hand, her shoulder banging against the open car door.

Rebecca dove for the gun.

“Stop!” Sophia, sputtering, was on top of her, grappling with her, reaching for the pistol and knocking it away, burying it in the drifts.

“Shit!” Sophia cried, as Rebecca threw her weight backward and Sophia landed on her back. “Ooof!”

The gun! Get the gun!

Pain screamed through Rebecca’s shoulder as she scrambled, trying to dig frantically for the weapon, but Sophia flung herself onto Rebecca’s back again, dragging her down.