The car hummed along the deserted road, its headlights slicing through the mist like a blade. Sonia leaned her head against the cool window, watching trees whip past in a blur. Every mile put more distance between them and Daxton Academy, but her mind was still back there where secrets burned and blood stained her hands.
Eric’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He hadn’t said much since they left the gates behind. His jaw was tense, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror as if he expected shadows to leap out of the night. Every so often, he’d glance at her, his expression a mix of worry and something harder to name.
She shifted in her seat, hugging her knees to her chest. “How much longer?” she asked, her voice low.
“An hour, maybe less,” he replied. “We’ll be safe there. I
