Jace:
The drive out of Eastside felt longer than it really was. Mostly because every bump in the road reminded me just how hard I'd been hit. I shifted in Bubblegum's passenger seat. Bad idea. A sharp pain shot through my ribs. "Easy," Calla said without taking her eyes off the road.
"I am."
"You just made a face."
"I didn't."
"You absolutely did."
I looked out the window. "...Maybe a little."
She smiled to herself. "Thought so."
The roads slowly gave way from polished Eastside streets to the cracked pavement surrounding the industrial port. Tower cranes stretched into the evening sky. Cargo ships sat docked in the distance. The smell of diesel mixed with saltwater drifted through Bubblegum's open windows. Calla glanced over. "So..."
"So?"
"Where exactly are we going?"
"The saf
