She doesn't say anything.

He started the engine; a second later they were roaring away from the parking lot. They careened onto the main road; the dark-haired guy swung the steering wheel to the left, taking them away from the interstate.

She stays silent.

He hurtled onto Highway 5; in seconds the speedometer had reached seventy, and it was still climbing. He drove expertly, sending them flying down the highway. The boy kept checking the rearview mirror, his eyes flicking back and forth. As soon as he could, he turned off onto a back road and then another and another, flinging them around the tight turns. Finally he'd spiderwebbed his way across to Route 20; he pulled onto it with a screech and floored it.

She does not like that.

Relaxing slightly, he turned and really looked at her for the first time. "What about your parents?" he asked abruptly. "Who's your father? Do you know him?"

She stays silent.

Though the boy didn't move, there was a impression of power from him, like a feral cat that might spring at any second. "My name's Alex." Alex's gaze raked over her, his blue-gray eyes startling under dark lashes. "And I take it that you're not used to running long distances."

She still refuses to speak.

The Porsche glided in and out of traffic as Alex changed lanes. "You didn't answer my question about your parents," he pointed out coldly. "Do you know both of your birth ones? You don't, do you? You were raised by a single mother or adopted or something."