I drive into the night, Sage quiet beside me, the miles passing under the wheels of our stolen car. I stopped in Texas to change out the plates again, just in case, but there's been no sign of pursuit, neither the normal kind nor the touch of Enforcers. So Andre has chosen to keep his mouth shut.

I just wished knowing that made me feel better.

Sage has been quiet since we left the rest stop, since our rapid love-making left us both panting and wanting more. I long ...