“Cole was the one to slip a phantom hand into the car to the soul that waited. His hand passed through broken glass, twisted metal, and solid flesh. The male’s head hung at an odd angle, and the car’s engine pressed into his legs and thighs, while blood covered his broken face. Jessica couldn’t tell what he’d looked like before, and then the icy grip tugged her away from the car. She followed, heart in her throat. Fate had decided.”
