Becky's POV
The frigid night air assaulted me like a splash of reality as we exited the club, slicing through the surge of energy propelling me. The last things Keith spoke kept coming back to me and made me tremble. That much was evident, but there was a faint warning in his eyes—something else. We had rumbled to him. He seemed to be challenging us to stay on, sure that the further we descended, the more perilous it would get.
Leo strolled next to me, his hand still resting defensively on my rear. He said nothing, but I could sense his worry—the weight of all we had started to push down on both of us. I glanced at him as we arrived at the car; my thoughts were a mix of rage, anxiety, and will.
"We cannot let up right now," I remarked, my voice stiffer than I felt." Keith will be gettin
