Chapter 79

It all happens so fast, it’s like a blur.

Getting deposited in a car by Jackson while all around me becomes surreal and dreamlike. I feel weirdly numb overall, but simmering energy inside me has me on edge, overly aware and completely twitchy. Snappy with the man ushering me in here, I wrench myself out of his grip and throw myself into a window seat childishly, carrying my shoes.

The bus is a small transport that seats twelve people. Long and low, with pairs of comfortable leather seats on each side of the aisle and tinted windows. Like the limousine of buses. The driver looks hired, so I know to be hush-hush about what went down, and I sulk like a child, crossing my arms over my chest and staring out into the dark street, tapping my bare feet against the leg as my heels nestle in my lap where I dropped them.

Alexi shows up minutes after me looking devoid of any regret, and like an automatic trigger for my wrath, my temper bubbles over instantly. Just the sight of