My mind functions in overdrive, bouncing from thoughts to emotions so quickly I can’t decipher any of it. All I know is that this is bad. But it feels a little good. And that is really bad. “Okay.” Max breaks the silence by sucking in a deep breath. His hands slide down his thighs and rest on his knees while he looks at the celling. I look up there too and see both of our faces reflecting back on the distorted chrome surface. His hair looks lighter than normal—or maybe mine looks darker. He talks to me through the reflection. It’s probably easier that way. “We can smooth this over. Nyx will say what I tell him to. Crimson, well, she’ll come around. We’re the only Hero witnesses and Central will accept our word over anyone else’s.” He lowers his head and looks directly at me. Blonde hair falls over his eyes and he shrugs it away. His hair is definitely not lighter than normal. I glance back at the ceiling, pulling my hair in front of my shoulders. “We’ll state the facts,”
