"Men like Marcus are always hiding something, always." Kade said, his voice not cruel and demeaning, but factual. "They have piles upon piles of skeletons in their closets. They might let you see a few, but they will never give their full hand."

Apart from the muffled heavy metal music blasting from Ava's headphones, the inside of the sedan was silent. The purr of the engine as we coasted down the highway was the only thing to be heard.

The emotions that sat within this small confined space, were beginning to give me a headache.

Only Ava seemed completely at ease, so utterly joyful that she was like a Tylenol to my aching head. Her teenage ignorance and excitement for danger felt good, like a reprieve from the weight of everyone else's emotions.

Tori and Zayne were so aware of each other that every shift, every exhale or sound that came from one had the other reacting.

Zayne still had an ironclad grip on his emotions, but Tori was practically an op