Go with Ethan and Dr. Grange
“I’m coming with you.” My heart pounds in my chest. But I follow them to the car, walking right past Richard, or what’s left of him. “Are you just going to leave him in the yard like that?”
“He can’t resurrect,” Liam explains, and I realize he’s fallen into step beside me. “And it’ll be sunlight soon. Dawn will take care of what’s left.”
Right. Ashes to ashes and all that.
“I can’t enter the temple like this,” Dr. Grange says. “I’ll meet you there.”
“Trade cars with me,” Ethan says.
This makes sense because the Roadster doesn’t have a backseat. How else would the four of us—Henry, Ethan, Liam and I—travel together if not in the SUV?
Dr. Grange takes the keys without comment, climbing into the Roadster as if she isn’t covered in blood from mouth to sternu
