Erica POV
“Motherfucker!” I shout and slam the steering wheel out of frustration.
If I were the Luna, this would not be happening. I would have had a brand-new car which will start on the first try.
I jump out, run into the house, grab Richard’s car keys and return. His car starts instantly and the engine purrs eagerly.
I leave the borders at an alarming speed, desperate to catch up with Mason. I want to kick myself for not thinking. I should have prepared in case they left the borders, but I did not and now I am behind.
I continue down the road, but I do not see them. The car pings and I look at the control panel. Dammit, I’m nearly out of fuel.
Reluctantly, I pull over at the first gas station - just to realize I have no means to pay. I left my wallet at home. I do not even have my
