I click my mic, sick to my stomach, but I’m speaking. “Someone call 9-1-1. Frog has the location. Lily and Luna are being attacked. Can’t talk. I’m with Lo.” Bodyguards flood the comms channel, but I tune them out and shout, “Lo, watch it!” He hits the brakes as traffic slows. I ask, “Can you driv—?” “I’m fine!” he shouts, clearly not fine. Neither of us are, but someone needs to drive—and he’s already behind the wheel.
Ahhhhh
