The passengers switched up. Cumulus nimbus overshadowed the skies and Kalis hopped into the Lamborghini with Yule. Melonie and Báine in the back of Kanis Wrangler. He put the keys in the ignition, his fingers itched for a second before he turned it and pressed the gas.
The engine roared to life. Kanis grinned, “you crazy son of a bitch.”
He had no idea what Rohan did, but it worked.
The Lamborghini pulled out first and the skies no longer withheld their tears. Kanis following closely, the two cars raced out of the chaotic parking lot, spectators scrambling to get out of the sudden downpour. Melonie glanced behind them, the VELVET GRAPE quickly disappearing. Her eyes widened and she looked closer. The rest stop seemed frozen in time. A purple hue flashed like the sun's glare on a glass
