Unbreakable by Kami García Page B

were all covered in the sticky solution.
    “Get in the van.” Lukas practically threw me inside.
    Jared peeled away from the curb as Priest wiped the salt off his face.
    “That was killer. I’ll have to make more of those babies.” He lifted something out of the soaked duffel. “At least I’ve got my torch. You never know when you’ll need to set something on fire.”
    I hugged my knees and tried to stop shaking.
    There would be no sneaking off in the middle of the night after this—not to Elle’s, or my aunt’s, or the stupidboarding school I’d never seen. The demon had already found me twice, and he’d find me again.
    I watched as the warehouse grew smaller and smaller. In the space of a few seconds, it seemed impossibly far away.
    Another safe place that wasn’t safe anymore.

17. MIDDLE RIVER
    W e’re missing a lot of gear, not to mention weapons and ammo.” Priest sat across from me in the back of the van, rummaging around in his duffel bag. He looked even younger in the colored flashes of the traffic lights.
    “You can make more.” Lukas didn’t sound very convincing.
    “Not without my tools and a place to work.”
    Guilt twisted in my stomach. I wanted to apologize, but Jared kept stealing glances at me in the rearview mirror, silently reminding me not to say anything. Maybe there was a reason, something else I didn’t understand, like the red circles on the map and the salt line.
    I watched the dark streets go by, empty except for a couple of kids huddled together, smoking cigarettes undera broken liquor store sign. Their jackets were dirty and ripped, their faces worn in less definable ways. Probably runaways.
    Like me.
    Alara unzipped one of the backpacks that Lukas had grabbed on the way out. “I have my grandmother’s notebook with her recipes for spells and wards, but it’ll be hard to replace the herbs and supplies. It’s not like they sell lodestones and cowrie shells at the mall.”
    “We can’t go back.” Jared sounded determined. “Priest can make more weapons, and we’ll replace everything else.”
    She glared at him. “You mean I’ll replace it.”
    “You’re the one with the trust fund.” Lukas winked at her. “But you’re welcome to the twenty in my wallet.”
    “It’s not a revolving line of credit,” she said. “I only get a certain amount every month.”
    I remembered Alara mentioning that Lilburn reminded her of her house. I thought she was talking about the antiques or the chandeliers, not the actual mansion.
    Priest shook his head, doubtful. “I can’t weld just anywhere.”
    “Don’t worry. We’ll find somewhere.” Jared forced a smile, but his nails were bitten down to the quick.
    “Can we listen to some music or something?” I asked.
    Everyone groaned.
    Jared shook his head. “Don’t start.”
    “Come on, play your favorite CD for Kennedy.” Lukas smiled and turned around in the seat like he was about to reveal his darkest secret—or his brother’s. “And I do mean CD.”
    Jared elbowed him. “Whatever. The van’s old.”
    “So is that CD.” Lukas pressed a few buttons and 1980s music blasted out of the speakers.
    It sounded familiar. “Is this from a movie?”
    They all burst out laughing.
    Jared hit the volume control with his free hand, managing to turn it down a notch for every three Lukas turned it up.
    “Make it stop,” Priest whined. “My ears are bleeding.”
    Lukas finally gave up and let Jared shut it off, but even Alara couldn’t keep a straight face. “It’s the theme song from this old and totally lame movie called
The Lost Boys
.”
    “It’s a good movie,” Jared shot back, his face flushed.
    Priest cleared his throat and did a bad imitation of an adult’s voice that sounded a lot like my math teacher’s. “I hear the soundtrack’s pretty good, too, kids.”
    “You’re lucky I can’t weld.” Jared tried to look annoyed, but his mouth turned up at the corners.
    Priest tossed his torch on the seat next to