Adriel woke up in the passenger seat, groggy and disoriented. The familiar sight of his apartment building loomed outside, windows reflecting the bright sunlight.
The car was off. The keys were in his lap.
He rubbed his forehead, scanning the interior for any clues. Had he driven here himself? No way. If he'd tried, he would have woken up wrapped around a street sign.
A faint chill ran down his spine. Did Hale take over after all? However, the air inside the car was human-only. No lingering chill of the dead.
A flicker of movement caught his eye. His breath hitched.
Through the windshield, trudging off to a bus stop, was Ein. Hands in his pockets, shoulders raised against the cold wind.
Adriel blinked, his heart stuttering against his ribs. He desperately tried to make himself somewhat presentable, smoothing his hair and wiping the dirt off his jacket.
"Wait, wait, wait."
