Katelina refused to be alone with Kale, so she stayed on the floor between the front seats. She clutched Jorick's leg and fought to hold down her heaving stomach.
Oren gripped the steering wheel fiercely. Blood spots blossomed on his clothes like red flowers, and his amber eyes were wild. "What in the hell was that?"
"How should I know?" Jorick stretched out the front of his shirt to examine it. Light shown through multiple bullet holes. "Look at this!"
Katelina gasped and Oren snapped, "What possessed you to make such a scene?"
"It wasn't my idea! You can thank Kale for that!"
As if summoned, Kale peeped out from the heavy curtain. He looked better since he'd fed; his skin had color and substance. Even his hair seemed less limp. The blood that stained his shirt and his face disgusted
