Chapter 14
Author's POV
Xylene sat in the passenger seat of his sister's sleek car, the night outside a blur as they sped through the city streets. The tension between them was palpable, thick like the humid air of a storm about to break.
"I still can't believe you're driving me home," Xylene said, shaking his head.
Maryjane chuckled. "Someone has to make sure you get there safely."
"Six years and you're still bossing me around," Xylene teased.
Maryjane playfully rolled her eyes. "Someone has to keep you in line."
"Six years and you still drive like you're being chased by ghosts," Xylene remarked dryly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
His sister smirked but kept her gaze forward. "Maybe I am Xylene. But we all have our ghosts, don't we?"
He glanced at her, his defenses still hi
