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I had crammed myself against the passenger side door of Bram's car. I was staring at the man driving in absolute shock, quite certain he was nothing more than a figure of my imagination. He was supposed to be dead.

"Call your mate," he said.

I blinked dumbly at him. "What?"

He never took his eyes off the road, simply repeating his request. I fumbled for my phone, struggling to find the power button to turn it back on. Out of my pocket also came the key to the car that was currently rolling down the twisting state roads of Vermont.

"How did you get a key to this car?"

He glanced over to me briefly, flashing his cocky grin - one of the few things I vividly remembered about him. "Bram gave it to me when I met up with him this morning. Now, call your mate."

I just nodded, not wanting to argue with another one of the dead come back to life. The line had barely started to ring before it was connected.

"Maise," Isaac growled in a tone that made it abundantly clear that I was in trouble