hey left the safehouse. Not a single word. Just two people who are bound by violence and running out of road. Liora sat with her knees up to her chin and her back against the door. Her face

in the world are you, Jesus? I don't know. Somewhere far away. Maybe mountains. He's driving like a crazy person. Did you get hurt? Ivy asked. No. But he is, Liora murmured, her voice getting softer. He won't say it, but I can see it. In his eyes. He isn't just running away from them; he's running away from something inside. Ivy said, "I'm coming for you." Send anything, anything. A sign. Liora swallowed. I gave it a shot. He broke the hob. This is all I could find. Then there was stillness. Ivy? She said it again. Click. And before she could move, someone grabbed her shoulder. Difficult. She turned around. Luca. He was so angry that his jaw was stiff and his mouth was closed. You think this is funny? "Five minutes was all I needed," she said angrily. Five minutes was enough time to send up a signal. You just put a target on your back, Liora. Her chest lifted and fell with adrenaline. I guess I should let them discover me. Would make things easy. He hissed, "You can't say that." I can say whatever I want. You are not my jailer. "No," he answered, moving closer and looking her in the eye. I'm the only thing that keeps you alive. She said less. So maybe I should stop. He looked at her like he was going to break something. Then, just as suddenly, he let her go. His hands fell. Get in the automobile. She didn't move. He said, "Now." As she moved by him, she brushed his shoulder with her hand. In the space between them, heat and tension built up to the point where it was hard to breathe. He went along. The air inside the automobile was cooler than the wind outside. They didn't talk again until Luca went off the road and onto a path that was overgrown. Li