The road was almost completely dark.
Only the headlights of Dave's car cut through the night.
I sat beside him, staring at the photograph of Sofia on my phone.
She was still alive.
That was the only thing keeping me calm.
Barely.
“Are you sure about this?” Dave asked.
“No.”
He glanced at me.
“At least you're honest.”
I looked at him.
“You?”
“No.”
“Then why are we doing it?”
He smiled without looking at me.
“Because apparently, we're both terrible at following instructions.”
I laughed softly.
“True.”
Then silence.
The message remained open on my phone.
«Bring the silver key. Come alone, Thea.»
I looked at Dave.
“Technically, I'm not alone.”
“Exactly.”
“Technically, you weren't invited.”
“Even better.”
I smiled.
Then my phone vibrated.
Another message.
«Ten minut
