Elena
"I'll be back later," I said, breezing through the kitchen.
"Where are you going dear?" Evangeline asked.
"Meeting some friends." I slipped on my shoes.
"Is Jeremy one of those friends?" Evangeline asked with a pointed look. She was still upset about our sleepover several days ago.
"No." I scowled. "And for the tenth time, nothing happened."
"We were teenagers once too," Warren said, his nose in the newspaper.
"Bye!" I called over my shoulder, ignoring the dig.
I took the steps two at a time, checking my watch. I only had a few minutes to get to the third quadrant in the eastern part of the pack and search for the tunnel. Shifts were changing, and as I learned from the schedule, the changes weren't scattered, they all happened at once.
Breaking out into a comfortable j
