The drive to Eleanor's mysterious property took them through winding back roads Luna had never seen before, despite living in New York her entire life. The city lights faded behind them until only darkness stretched ahead, broken occasionally by the glow of their headlights catching road signs she couldn't quite read.
Grayson sat beside her in the backseat of Marcus's SUV, his hand finding hers in the darkness. Neither of them spoke, but she could feel the tension radiating from him. The FBI warrant was probably being processed right now. By morning, his face would be on every news channel in the country.
Helena and Grace rode in the second vehicle with Eleanor, following close behind. Luna kept glancing back to make sure they were still there, as if the shadows might swallow them whole.
