LORETTA

Now that all was over, I looked down at my wrist, at the place where the man had grabbed me

I rubbed the skin lightly.

“Where were you tonight?” My question sounded loud in the quiet of Elion's car. The city slipped past the windows in streaks of gold and white, the silence broken only by the low hum of the engine and the occasional swish of passing tires on the road.

When he came, I noticed, but he and Harlan had been dressed for a night out. Now, it wouldn't have been suspicious, but Elion was hardly one for casual outings. It has to be something business-related, and...