I flung myself into the car before I'd even had a conscious thought about it. As I shut the door, I saw the guards rush from inside the building and look around for me. I sunk down in the seat and prayed that the tinted windows would be enough to keep me hidden. The longer we could go without Bobby finding out where I was, the better.
"Wow, talk about great timing," I panted, still trying to get my breathing under control.
Ezra sped away from the curb, and I saw a guard take notice of the car. I watched as he pulled out a little notepad and wrote down the plate number. I really hoped it couldn't be traced back to Ezra.
"Timing?" He asked, his tone icy. I looked over and noticed that his hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly and his face was unusually tense. "My being there had
