Kalan drove as fast as he could. He looked at Mystic in the rear-view mirror. She had her arms wrapped tight around her sister.
What the f**k was going on? He asked himself. Why was everything going to s**t?
He tightened his fingers around the steering to relieve the tension that was gripping his body. It felt like they were facing a threat they couldn’t see, and it was coming right at them.
Shit.
“Mason said 'witnesses' before he died. What the hell did he mean by that?” He asked Mystic, trying to figure it all out.
“I don’t know,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Please hurry up.”
Kalan didn’t tell her that he was. He was already drying above the speed limit. He stepped on it anyway. He hoped that Mikaela would be able to help her sister. They arrived at Marcus’s house, just as Ore
