Ava's POV
From the mansion, the streets melted together. My heartbeat had hardly slowed since we departed; every flicker of headlights behind us made my heart leap. Eli's jacket pocket kept the data firmly in place, but the weight of what we had done hovered about like a dense fog.
"Are you nice??" Eli's hands grabbing the steering wheel shattered the silence.
I nodded, though the fact was far more complicated. "I'm ok." Mostly trying to catch my breath.
His eyes went to the rearview mirror in search of any sign of pursuit. "We made it out," he said, as though trying to convince himself. Marconi, though, will not let this slide.
I grasp. I found the weight of what we opposed returning to me. "Do you believe he realized?"
Not at the moment, Eli answered, his mouth firm. "But he will
