Chapter 13 The Crack In The Armor

• The car was silent. Dead silent and worse than any yelling. I still don't understand what he is saying. What world? And why was that guy, Lucian kept referring to me as human.
• I didn't answer. I couldn't. I just left his question hanging. My brain was just a mess of flashes—the club, all those weirdly beautiful people, Seraphina's face all twisted with hate, Lucian's smile and Joachim. The sheer power that just rolled off him when he stood in front of me.
• There was no good answer. No way out. He knew it. I knew it.