Jace:
Before I could even come to my senses, Calla and I had just kissed. Not almost kissed. Not nearly kissed. Actually kissed. And then Reid was yelling my name from somewhere behind me.
“Jace!”
I pulled away from Calla. She pulled back too. We stared at each other. Her lips were swollen. My heart was still beating like I was in the middle of the race.
Then Reid appeared through the smoke. “Move!”
I blinked. “What?”
“Move!” He pointed toward the wreckers coming up the end of the bridge.
In the distance, red and blue lights flashed. My stomach dropped. “Cops?”
“No, Jace. A marching band.”
I looked toward the wreckage. A group of guys were already pulling pieces of my Camaro out from beneath the container. “What the hell are they doing?”
“Saving your car.”
“That's a car anymore
