For a long time Kaden could only lean against her and breathe, trying to believe her. How on earth would Connie accept any explanation he had? How did you explain to a girl— to anyone, but especially to a girl you'd kissed once— that you were sorry you stole her car and also her, but that you'd gone so crazy with panic you couldn't even think, could barely even see?
"I heard Ares' voice in my head when I was trying to drive away," he whispered, dead quiet, to Marcie. Connie wouldn't understand this but Marcie might. "I heard him tell me to give it up. I think he said that to me when I was running."