By the time Jay pulls up outside Kain's apartment building, darkness has already crept in. I sit up when he turns on the interior lights before he twists in the driver's seat to look at us. His gaze drops to my hand which is still lodged in Kain's, and he spares me a sad smile.
"I didn't notice your wrists were hurt."
"It's nothing. I'm fine, really."
He nods, unconvinced.
"I'll see you guys at school tomorrow."
Kain reaches for my hand as soon as we are out of the car. We start to make our way to his building, but he pauses when he remembers something. He taps on the passenger window, leaning in to talk to his friends when Zac rolls it down. He asks them to deliver my car and my bag which I left at George's and they promptly agree. Kain's motorcycle is there as well, but when Jay o
