If Nick Bennet had any button capable of changing his expression in a single second, someone must have pressed it at that very instant, because his face became completely appalled. The arm that was around Valeria squeezed her even tighter and slammed the back of his fist on the front seat.

“Speed up, Yuri!” he ordered firmly.

But at the same instant the Russian stepped on the accelerator, the car behind did the same.

“Dammit!” Yuri growled, making an evasive maneuver, but the car persisted.