The car pulled smoothly out of Bala's yard, Mercury threading carefully between the other black vehicles until we cleared the tall gates and found the open road again. Tires hummed against asphalt as the mansion shrank behind us, its heavy stone walls and manicured grounds swallowed by distance.
Inside the mansion, Sinn was still speaking, his voice probably still cutting through the room like a blade, but we were already gone.
"That speech was completely political," Mercury said, picking up speed as the gates shrank in the rearview mirror. Her fingers flexed once on the steering wheel.
"Everything is political," I replied, leaning back into the seat.
"Yeah." She nodded, one hand resting loose on the wheel, the other tapping a slow rhythm against her thigh. "But I actually support the idea. Imagine everyone having an ability."
