The road blurs past us on the highway as we speed behind Six’s car, heading for Adam’s private hangar.

I’m biting my nails again, but I remember vowing to never try that rubbish since I’m an adult.

I pull my fingers away from my mouth. But my fingers are so cold and restless, they don’t know what to do.

They grab my necklace instead, twisting the chain around and around.

My heart’s beating in a very painful way, like there’s a heavy weight sitting right on top of ...