Caleb froze the moment he saw who was behind the wheel. Lucy.
The woman gave him a quick glance, her eyes sharp, heavy with pressure. "Get in," she said flatly.
With no real choice, Caleb opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. Once it shut tight, he pulled off his mask and cap. His face looked tired, but his eyes still burned with a fire that refused to die.
"Why didn't you go to Larkid?" Lucy's tone sounded more worried than angry.
Caleb stared straight ahead, his jaw tightening. "I can't stay calm… not after I know what happened to my mom."
Lucy went silent. A flicker of pity crossed her eyes, and for a moment her icy expression slipped.
"So… you want revenge?"
Caleb knew—when it came to his mother, Lucy always had that weak spot. He lowered his head, his voice rough but steady.
"Anything. Whatever it takes."
Lucy shot him a piercing look. "Do you even have a plan? Or are you just being reckless?"
