Jace:
Calla went completely still. For about three seconds, she didn't move. She just stared at the papers spread across the hood of Bubblegum. Then she stood. "Get in the car."
I blinked. "What?"
"Get. In. The car." Her voice shook. Not with fear. With rage.
I scooped the papers together before the wind could catch them. "Calla—"
"Now, Jace." I tossed the files into the back seat. She was already behind the wheel. The engine roared to life. I barely had the passenger door shut before Bubblegum tore away from beneath the bridge. Gravel sprayed behind us.
"Where are we going?"
"My father's."
I stared at her. "Calla—"
"I want him to look me in the eye." Her knuckles were white around the steering wheel. "He can tell me I'm wrong." She laughed bitterly. "He can tell me I'm crazy." He
