Behind us, three gunshots popped loudly. My heart lodged in my throat and I jumped. I turned to find out what had happened, but the setting altered once more.
As expected, I was again beside Ceris. This time we stood in an alley, observing a group of young men leaving a swanky club.
With his back to us, a tall guy talked animatedly to a guy with dark hair. The dark-haired guy walked around a car and invited the tall one for a ride.
Ceris wiggled her fingers in the guy’s direction.
“You know what?” the dark-haired guy said. “I want to be alone. Get a ride with someone else.” He got into his car and peeled out of the parking spot, leaving his tall friend to stare after him, his hands shoved in his pockets and his shoulders hunched high, as if he were perplexed. The tall guy still stared
