Enzo turned his attention back to the road. “I gave you serum. How did you keep the truth from me? Why didn’t you tell me…” He still spoke, but his words sounded as though someone had lowered the volume until it went off.
Another vision came to her. From a vantage point outside the car, she saw Enzo gripping the steering wheel. Blue sat in the passenger seat beside him. Charity perched in the backseat, leaning forward and looking intently at their surroundings.
They drove through a different section of the city. Instead of the tall buildings crowding around them, sprawling warehouses lined the street. “There’s Lemon Street!” she heard herself exclaim. “To the right.”
Enzo turned the car that way.
Blue straightened and said in an astonished tone, “Idoknow what to do.”
The next moment the vision ended. Charity was back in her body, back amongst the tall buildings. She felt dizzy and breathless, tossed from one reality into the next.
Blue blinked at her. “How often does that happen to you?” To Enzo, she said, “How could you not know she was a psychic? Her eyes keep glowing white like fireworks. That’s how they catch psychics, isn’t it?”
Enzo’s eyes found Charity’s in the rearview window, staring at her in shock. “HowdidI not know?”
“I just became a psychic,” she said. “I wasn’t one before.”
Enzo muttered something under his breath. She wasn’t sure he believed her.
“We need to find Lemon Street,” she said. “It’s somewhere in the warehouse district. Once we get there, Blue will know what to do.”
“Me?” Blue sputtered. “I have no idea what to do.”
“You will,” Charity said, “Now get into the front seat.”
“Why?” Blue asked.
“I don’t know why. You were sitting in the front seat in my vision.”
Without another word, Blue crawled over the seat.
Enzo said, “There isn’t an exit out of the city in the warehouse district.”
“Blue will know what to do,” Charity repeated.
Enzo grunted. “You’re putting a lot of faith in a kid who’s probably never cooked dinner by herself let alone come up with a viable escape plan.” He glanced at Blue. “No offense.”
“None taken,” Blue said. “I’m with you on this. I don’t know how to get out of the city. I would assume roads with actual exits are our best bet.”
“They’ll be looking for us there,” Charity said.
Enzo muttered something under his breath. “Fine. We’ll go to the warehouse district.” He changed lanes.
Blue turned to him, her mouth hanging open. “You’re siding with her now?” She lifted both hands. “You’re right about me notmaking dinner, and now you’re expecting me to come up with an escape plan for a car full of wanted fugitives?”
Enzo didn’t answer, just drove faster.
Charity’s gaze kept bouncing between the window and her father, checking for any change in his condition.
Enzo glanced at Blue. “Some of the warehouses back up pretty close to the city wall. Can you lift the car over a fifteen-foot barrier?”
She scoffed. “No one can do that. Telekinetics can lift maybe five hundred pounds max.”
“I met one who lifted a car with three people in it.”
Blue dipped her chin. “More likely, you met a telekinetic who liked to brag about his abilities.”
“I was one of the people in the car when he lifted it.”