Damien's POV:

When Kelvin and I arrived at his house, he parked his beat-up truck in the driveway, he flickered his headlights off, then we stepped out and our boots scuffed against the concrete as we began making our way upstairs to Kelvin's apartment.

When we got there, I leaned against the railing, eyeing the truck below. "Why did you decide to pick me up with this beat-up truck and not your other car?" I asked, my voice rough from the night's turmoil.

Kelvin fumbled with his keys, the ...