CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Calvin leaned against the stone fountain in the center of the front drive as he heaved and shuddered, gasping for air. With the heavy twilight gathering between the trees, he might have missed the car’s shape entirely, but the headlights blinked at him, two lustrous eyes that burned his retinas.
He jogged nearer, and the headlights flickered again. A metal click activated the car’s dome light as a door opened, and he saw dark hair tied back in a bun with delicate tendrils falling around a smooth neck. The outline of flower petals peeked above the arch of one ear. Her face drew into focus a moment later.
“Get in the car,” Natalie said.
“W-what are you doing here?”
“Making sure you get the help you need.”
“Then you know I used the—” Calvin steadied himself on the car’s
