...right. So he just shot a dude...shot a kid in the leg with his gun that he probably doesn't have anymore. What a prince of a guy Emilie's dad was turning out to be. "Kinda glad he got rid of it..."

Ciaran picked up his jacket and pulled it on over his t-shirt. Thinking about it, maybe he should've taken a nice, fleecy hoodie with him instead of a jacket made of leather and full of metal studs. But then it hadn't been cold at the party, and he hadn't really expected to end up in New York with a goth being threatened on New Year's Day morning by her psycho dad.

He could just...pull it around him. It would be fine.

"Yeah. Ready. Where are we going?"