The ride home was silent. Zane drove with both hands clenched on the wheel. He kept looking over at me, his eyes red and worried. I stared out my window. The city lights slid past, not really reaching me. The pain in my body was a steady, deep ache. But the feeling in my chest was worse. Empty. Like everything inside me had been scraped out.

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Jovi's POV

Meanwhile on the other side of the city, Vance's car was quiet and cold. He drove without a word, his face hard in the dashboard light. The quiet between him and Jovi was different tonight. It was heavy, filled with what...