Me: I need my car. Tristan Caine: For? Morana raised her eyebrows but replied quickly. Me: Leaving. Tristan Caine: Where exactly do you plan on going? She had no idea, but she sure as hell wasn't telling him that. Me: I'm leaving the city. I have a friend I've spoken to. Tristan Caine: Unspeak to your friend. If I'm not leaving this city, you sure as hell aren't.
