Hale took me home that evening. Once we were sure Matt was in the clear, he suggested that I would probably be more comfortable back at the apartment, and I agreed. It was overwhelming to be at the house with all the activity of his inner circle. I had helped to clean and sanitize, though the coppery tang of blood still seemed to fill my nose, even out of the house.
The car ride home was quiet. Hale chose to take the Hellcat back, claiming he was going to swap it for his regular car. I had a feeling he just wanted to take it for another ride, and the way he sped and took the long way home, I knew I was right. It was boyish and sweet the way he enjoyed the purr of the engine and the feeling of speed.
The boulevard was lit up in neon lights, the sidewalks bustling with activity. The city c
