"Who is she exactly?" I ask, crossing my arms as Drexel steps harder upon the gas. Grabbing my purse, I pull out my phone, the cracked screen bringing back memories of my life as a rogue. The lock screen is still the same, a picture of my mother and I, her smile bright, her eyes just like mine, and Niagara Falls in the background.
Right away my emotions try to surface. I hold myself together, unlocking the device as I look upon past texts. "You need to get rid of that."
"You already took-
My phone is grabbed, Drexel rolling down the window of the rental car as he throws it out.
My jaw drops, shocked by his sudden movement. "King Zion knows some of the best trackers in the world," Drexel explains.
"Why didn't you take it away sooner?" I ask, looking out the window to where Drexel threw
