Allison's POV

The evening morphed fast into night as the car went on and on, every trace of the sun in the sky swallowed by the dark silvery light of the barely luminous moon. The city’s neon bled into the wet streets as the cab continued to cut across a series of alleys.

I clutched my side, every jolt sending fire straight into the wound and then redirecting it to my brain, and I had to wince hard. The cab driver's phone, which I had borrowed, was warm in my hand, still humming as I put a ...