Just as Ethan and Lyla were about to speak, a black sedan came speeding toward them.
Ethan reacted instantly. He grabbed Lyla and pulled her aside, switching places with her.
The car tore past them, missing Ethan by inches. But he wasn't fast enough to avoid the side mirror.
Crack!
The mirror snapped off and clattered onto the pavement. Ethan stumbled back, a sharp pain shooting through his waist.
"Damn it, that hurts!" he groaned, clutching his lower back.
The car didn't stop. It sped off, disappearing down the road.
Victor and Lyla rushed to his side. "Ethan, are you okay?"
"I'll live," Ethan muttered, then shot Victor a look. "Is this how people drive around here?"
Hearing him joke, both Lyla and Victor let out small sighs of relief.
"Should we take you to a hospital?" Victor asked, still a little concerned.
"Nah, just a scratch," Ethan waved him off.
