Summer POV

“How’s my Dad sure it’s them?” I asked.

Ezra gripped the stirring wheel and drove passed the turn to the mansion.

“Ezra, where are we going?”

“We’re not going home, are you crazy?”

“Why did we leave your Aunt’s house then?”

He pushed the car close to its limits. If I weren’t strapped to a seatbelt, I might have flown into the dashboard. I gripped Ezra’s thigh. I felt his fear, need to protect, and his anxiety all at once. His emotions were intense, and I ...