Safe Haven

LYRA

Knox rushed me out of his apartment in the middle of the night. He didn’t give me a choice, shoving clothes at me and ushering me into a black sedan.

The drive is long, and the view is full of picturesque nature. I’m pretty sure we’re going somewhere upstate.

“What’s this place,” I ask as Knox opens the car door.

He grips my hand and helps me out of the car. “It’s a safe house.”

“Why do we