"What if we have to make a quick getaway?" I asked Kendra.

We rode in the back seat of the limo while one of Kendra's drivers steered us towards Era's house. Whether it was the same driver or not as the one who'd taken us to the press conference, I couldn't tell. The window was rolled up between us and the driver, a good thing since I thought I might projectile vomit from nerves any second. The fewer people who saw that, the better.

"Don't worry. This won't be like ...