The tension within the car became palpable. Sophia sat in the backseat, gripping the magazine as though it held all of the solutions. James was slumped in opposition to the passenger facet, blood streaking his temple, his breaths shallow however regular. Micah's knuckles were white at the steering wheel as he wove through the city streets, the headlights of ability pursuers contemplating in every mirror.
“Who were they?” Micah’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and annoying.
Sophia glanced at James, who regarded too weak to answer. She saw Micah’s gaze inside the rearview replicate and swallow tough. “Kylie and Roberto. They’re... No longer who we thought they had been.”
“No kidding.” Micah’s tone changed into sour, his jaw tightening. “Why are they when you? And what’s in tha
