Again I cut him off. The rage feels like something huge within me, pressing on my lungs and squeezing off my throat so I can hardly force the words out. "I was in the fragging car." My voice is cold, like death. "Sheer luck I didn’t croak too." I try to stop myself—this Argent motherfragger doesn’t need to know—but I can’t. "She burned. Cat Ashburton burned alive. It was a Star FRT squad pulled the ambush. They were after me. Check it out."