THIRTEEN
Jay made surprisingly short work of the tyre change, even as he explained to Xan what he was doing. She insisted on helping him stow the tools back in their hidey-hole, so she'd know where to look next time. Back home, she'd never owned a car new or expensive enough to have an onboard tool kit. She wasn't even sure if her ancient hatchback had had a spare tyre.
When they climbed back into the car, Xan wasn't sure what to say. Just thanking him didn't seem enough, but she also couldn't shake the feeling that he had an ulterior motive in helping her. In her experience, Jay was never nice. So why now?
They drove in silence for some time, until Xan caught a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye. It looked like...flames. No, it couldn't be. Then she saw more, l*****g at a clu
