Barnabas’s POV
"Where do you think you are going, Clementine?"
I didn’t wait for her to answer. I yanked the passenger door of her silver sedan open and climbed inside before she could hit the locks. The car smelled like cheap vanilla air freshener and panic. Clementine stared at me, her eyes wide behind her glasses, her small hands shaking as they gripped the steering wheel.
"Barnabas? Get out of my car!" she shouted. Her voice hit a high, nervous pitch that grated on my nerves. "You almost caused a massive wreck. You can’t just jump in here."
"I am not going anywhere until you tell me where Salome is hiding," I said. I sat back and stared straight ahead through the windshield. My pulse was a heavy thrum in my neck. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin. "Start driving."
"I do
