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wasn't how she wanted him to find out about their past. "Your middle name is Jefferson because your parents were history buffs. You were my best friend in elementary school. You gave me the stuffed tiger you saw in your dream on our first day of kindergarten. When your parents died and you moved away, I never even got to say goodbye. I cried for weeks." A tear began to form in her eye, but Thomas wouldn't look at her. He just drove faster.
    "You knew me from when we were kids? Why didn't you just say something? Why would you lie about that? I told you my dream and you acted like it was nothing."
    "It wasn't a dream, it was a memory. I was there."
    "Even worse. That would have been a perfect time to tell me who you really were. How am I supposed to trust you, Abby? You've been messing with me this whole time." He swerved across two lanes and took the exit.
    "Where are we going, Thomas?"
    "We're going to meet Lucas, he'll be able to help us."
    "Thomas, no, we can't trust Lucas."
    "What do you mean, 'we can't trust Lucas'? Of course we can trust Lucas, he's my best friend!" He paused and then added, "If there's anyone here I don't trust right now it's you, and you still haven't told me what's going on." She felt like she had been punched in the gut when he said that last line. She hated to think the man she loved didn't trust her.
     

Chapter four
    When they arrived at the warehouse-styled club Thomas thought Lucas would be at, he began to look through the dark, crowded room, but couldn't find his friend. Moving lights of changing colors swept across the people dancing to the loud music, while around the edges of the club, people talked and drank in low lit booths. He could tell that Abby didn't want to be here, but he didn't care. People eyed him because he was carrying his backpack. If they needed to run again, he didn't want to have to leave it behind. His phone beeped with a text and he realized that he hadn't checked his phone in a couple hours. He checked his message and it was from Lucas, it read: Thomas, we ended up on the west side of Dallas at an old school bar called Dannyboy's. Hope we'll see you later.
    Thomas couldn't believe his luck. He was almost forty-five minutes away from Lucas, at a club where he didn't know anyone, with a woman he barely knew and didn't trust. He began to walk back towards the door where Abby stood, impatiently tapping her foot and looking at every person as if they were a potential enemy. He walked past her and she followed him out of the club into the foyer. He noticed two more of those dark-clad warriors walking towards the door of the club. He looked to Abby and could tell that she had seen it, too.
    The foyer they were in was nearly seventy feet long and fifteen feet wide. The walls were corrugated metal, and the metal rafters in the open ceiling created an industrial look. There were three entrances to the foyer from outside and one large entrance to the club from the foyer. Several people were milling about, either waiting for a friend or trying to temporarily escape the driving bass of the music inside. There was one entrance on each side of the foyer, and one larger entrance in the middle which was lined up with the entrance to the club. They were standing in front of the larger entrance while the two warriors gradual approach to the building was nearing its end. Thomas knew he hadn't been spotted yet, but also knew it wouldn't be long.
    "We need to get out of here, TJ," she said. She looked at his arm and added, "You're injured and unarmed, we can't keep fighting these guys."
    "How are we getting away from them? Are your people around? Are they going to protect me?" Thomas motioned air quotes when he said the word people. He found himself in the unenviable position of being insanely attracted to a woman he didn't trust. Maybe I should just hear her out. He didn't know what to do when all of a sudden, the two warriors were tackled in the parking lot. "What was that? Who did that,