DEVLIN

I do not like the look of Darren’s car. Or the fact that he is even here, waiting like he just said the fucking magic words and I was just supposed to throw myself inside the car.

The engine is still running, the passenger door hanging open while smoke continues pouring out of the hospital behind us.

My grip around Ella’s wrist is unfaltering. I don’t know what she might do when she’s mad at me and worried about Harris.

That fucker better stay alive. He'd better stay ...