The adrenaline that had carried Sage through the chaos at the school festival disappeared the moment Mason's car merged onto the highway leading back toward the Iron Reapers' estate.
The world outside the windshield blurred into endless stretches of pine trees washed in the warm glow of late afternoon. Cars rolled past in the opposite direction, blissfully unaware that only thirty minutes earlier six teenagers had been fighting for their lives.
Inside the car, however, silence settled over the three passengers like a heavy blanket.
Harper sat in the front seat with one boot resting on the dashboard despite Mason's earlier warning that she'd leave permanent marks on the leather. She had rolled the window halfway down, letting the cool mountain breeze carry away the lingering scent of ant
