The city blurred past the SUV windows, a smear of streetlights and smoke, the stink of fire still clinging to us like it had settled into our skin. I sat in silence, watching Barry’s reflection in the glass. His jaw was locked tight, one hand clenched against his thigh like he was holding himself together by force. Alina leaned close to him, her fingers still wrapped around his sleeve, even as her eyes tracked the dark streets like she was afraid the shadows themselves would reach in and drag him away.

Adrian was unconscious in the trunk, but the weight of him hung in the car like a ghost. He...