#Chapter 46: The Rain

Iris Arthur and I don’t hesitate. I’m not even sure if I properly set my glass down on the bar before I’m taking off, or if it falls to the floor and shatters behind me. We shove our way through the crowd, ignoring strange looks and murmurs of confusion as we rush toward the door. At this moment, I don’t care if our identities are recognized and everything goes to shit. Only one thought is on my mind, piercing through every thought. Miles is missing. As soon as we jump into the car, Ezra screeches away from the curb. The pouring rain obscures the street, turning the amber street lights blurry and the asphalt shiny as he barrels down the road. “Do you know where he went?” I ask frantically, gripping the seat in front of me. Ezra shakes his head, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. Meanwhile, Arthur is silent, his face ashen. He must have ripped off his mask and glasses at some point, or maybe they fell off during our mad dash out of the gallery.