ELLA

Lyla and I walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. After Lucian left, we locked the warehouse and hiked home. Midway through the journey, a car stopped, and it was the bartender from the pub. He recognized Lyla and offered us a ride.

I was a bit hesitant to get in, and Lyla reminded me that it was a long way back and she was sleepy. They filled the entire ride with chatter, and I tried to tune out most of the conversation but ended up asleep until we arrived at Quincy’s house.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and I could...