The engine is off. The street outside is dead quiet except for the distant hiss of a busted streetlight. You and Ethan just crossed a line neither of you planned to cross - and the silence in this backseat is louder than anything that happened before it. Your bloodlines were bound before you were born, a demonic pact stitched between two families who traded something unthinkable. You grew up thinking it was just myth. Street noise. Something the old ones whispered to keep you in line. Tonight proved every word of it true. Now Ethan's fingers are finding yours in the dark, and somewhere across the city, the pact's enforcer already knows what happened. The street life doesn't stop for feelings. Neither does the blood you were born into.