Lia’s pov

The night air was thick with the scent of salt and rain, the distant roll of thunder humming in the sky. We had barely made it out of the bookstore before the weight of what had just happened crashed down on us. Elena was alive. She had the drive. But Elia had the real one. Lia sat beside me in the car, her hands shaking as she clutched the small black device Elia had given us. The headlights carved a path through the darkened streets, but I could still feel the presence of Elena ...