The car finally came to a stop down the street of the car.
Caleb glanced over at the dashboard to check the time: 3:26. Then looked over at the house to see all the lights were still on.
His phone hadn't rang in hours and somehow that was more terrifying.
And the cause of it all was clinging to his arm like a lifeline from her seat.
He still couldn't be too upset with her. Her ability [Shape Shift] was the only reason why they'd gotten out of that room without the cops catching them.
He groaned loudly, dropping his head against the leather of the steering wheel, not that it did anything to shake her off.
A car that wasn't theirs. Sophia had taken the car back home in hopes that he'd be there, he noticed as the car sat pretty on the driveway.
Which means he'd have a lot to explain.
Helene clung to his arm like a barnacle on a wooden ship. She'd never leave, even if you scraped her off—she'd be back the following day.
