”New Jersey.” Penelope’s hand motioned to the area surrounding them. Her hand returned to her side as she frowned up at him. “Dropped off? What do you mean?” Her gaze never left his face before reaching into her bag and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. “Here,” she held them out to him.
“Oh,” he replies blankly, his gaze locked on something on the ground in an effort to center himself. It’s not working. “It’s a…long story. I just need to get home, there’s someone…”
The sentence falters. Holden stares at the sunglasses for a moment before taking them quickly and putting them on; they clear his vision a little, but he’d do much better if he weren’t in the sun in the first place. He’s heard his brother ramble on about vampires in transition; how they can fend from the sun, but only for so long.
