Scar had never been inside an automobile carriage before, and as it turned out, reality matched imagination closely enough. It had a rectangular body, room for four, and an engine running on red crystals.
It puffed smoke that ruined whatever elegance it might have had and made more noise than seemed necessary. None of that was Scar's concern right now.
Purple and Julien hadn't shown up at the discussed area. The carriage held only him and Haven, which meant one of two things: either something had come up, or they had their own reasons. Scar didn't push past that. He had enough occupying his mind already.
He couldn't overlook what had happened to Emma. She had nearly died, and the reason she had nearly died traced back to him. That sat in his chest alongside everything else.
