“I can’t take you back to where she is, Maya. Something worse could happen. She’s… hot-headed right now.”

“She’s not going to hurt me,” Maya said weakly. “She’s my cousin, Bruce.”

“But she did,” Bruce snapped. “Look at the condition you’re in right now. I can’t watch you get hurt.”

“She won’t hurt me,” Maya insisted. “I think it was what I said that got to her. Strangely.”

Lisa, seated in the front beside Bruce, tapped his arm. He was driving too ...