Chapter33: The Ride Back Home

Chapter 33: The Ride Back Home  XENOIS The bulletproof car that Dmitri had brought to Murphy's restaurant on my request felt like it was a fortress on wheels, but even with its bullet proof steel and tinted windows, that could withstand bullets and bombs being thrown at it, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were still vulnerable, open somehow.  Every shadow that we passed and every car that followed us for more than a block, made my muscles tense up like I was expecting another attack on my family. Celeste sat by my left side, pressed to my body. Whatever distance she was trying to put between us earlier seemed to have forgotten with this development that we were currently facing, her body was rigid with what I had recognized as leftover terror while the boys were squeezed between us in the backseat.  They were trying to be brave, but I could feel the way they kept checking the windows, the way their small hands gripped my shirt whenever we stopped at a red light. "It's okay," I mur