Calla:
By the time we finally lost Reve, my nerves were shot, Not frayed, Not strained, Completely f*****g gone. I kept checking the rearview mirror long after the black BMW disappeared from sight. Nothing. Just traffic, A delivery van, A silver sedan. A minivan with two screaming kids in the back. Normal. Safe. Except I didn't feel safe anymore. Not after yesterday. Not after Bishop. Not after Dad. And definitely not after watching Reve chase us through downtown like he had nothing left to lose. Jace must have noticed me checking the mirror for the hundredth time because he reached over and gently lowered it.
"You're going to give yourself whiplash."
"I want to know if he's behind us."
"He isn't."
"You don't know that."
"I'd hear him."
I glanced at him. "How?"
"That BMW sounds lik
