The drizzle started as we walked outside, a fine mist that clung to our jackets and hair as we stepped out of the diner. The air smelled like wet asphalt and fried food, sharp and heavy all at once. Streetlamps glowed in hazy circles, their light fractured by the rain.
Sage tugged her hood up, hunching against the chill. “At least rain makes everything smell clean,” she said, her voice too loud in the quiet. “Fresh. Like maybe tomorrow won’t suck so bad.”
No one answered. Tyler shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Alaric moved like a shadow at the edge of us. Quinley stayed close at my side, steady as ever, like she was anchoring me to the ground.
Then a voice cut through the drizzle.
“You.”
Everyone froze. I felt a chill down my spine as I turned around.
A girl stood at the end
