She was sitting quietly, hands folded in her lap, backpack on the floor between her feet. We were parked in the back lot of a warehouse outside of town. Out here, there were few city lights.
"Have you figured out why we're here yet?" I asked softly. I still had yet to figure out why I had brought her here in the first place.
"No," she admitted, her voice a breath of a whisper. Her head was tilted a little to the side, and she was looking out of the window at the warehouse. "Tell me why we're here?" It was a request. She turned her dark chocolate eyes on me. Her previous anger at me had subsided, and I wondered at her sudden mood changes.
"Come outside," I said, opening my car door.
Once outside, I hopped up on the hood of my car, and she followed suit. I glanced at Winter. Her arms wer
