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“Kyan and Bane, not that it matters, not like I can register them,” I tell her.

She looks at me funny. “Registering them, we can work out. I may be able to help with that.”

I go to ask how, but she shakes her head.

“But why Bane? Not that I don’t like it, but isn’t that the name your mother told you?” she asks.

“Yes, I spoke to my mother the other day. Bane is Axton’s grandfather’s name. I messaged her to see if she could find out for me,” I tell her, stroking his little cheek, his little lips jutting out as he stretches in my arms.

“So you decided to name him after his great-grandfather. I know you were tossing up whether or not you wanted to?” she asks, and I lick my lips, nodding my head.

“Kyan, I did a spin on Khan. And, yes, I know Axton wanted to name one after his grandfather,” I admit, feeling a little guilty. I can’t imagine not having the twins. It’s why I sent the photo to my mother.

“He did this to himself, Elena. Don’t feel guilty for leaving. But I like the names. It suits them.”

“Yeah, but he is their father.”

“And you did what you had to do. You don’t need him, and neither do they,” she tells me.

I nod. Yet being homeless and living in a warehouse is not how I’ve pictured raising my boys.

“It is starting to get dark. We need to get these car seats in. We will need the night to move that thing without being noticed,” she tells me, nodding toward the car.

“Yeah, the choppers came over last night. We heard over the scanner they were looking for it,” I admit.

She nods. “Well, we can’t leave it here.”

“And it’s not like we can give it back,” I tell her. Stupid, I should have left it somewhere.

Sondra smiles and rocks back on her heels. “Maybe we can,” she tells me, and I look at her, wondering what she means.

Michelle unlocks Axton’s car, and she and Noleen hook the car seats in.

“Sondra, seriously, you have helped enough. I have money,” I tell her.

“Hush, believe me, I will put you girls to work.”

I snicker, and she nods to the doors where the rain is coming down. It is nearly dark.

“I call shotgun,” Michelle says.

“Like hell you do. I call shotgun,” Noleen says, and I shake my head.

“Good luck with those two,” Sondra says, passing me Kyan while shaking her head as they fight over the passenger seat. Sondra walks back to the bus before stopping on the stairs as I move toward Axton’s car.

“And, Elena, keep up,” she tells me.

I look at the old bus, wondering what the heck she is talking about. The thing looks like it is about to fall apart. Shaking my head, I move to the car, where they are still fighting over the passenger seat, when Noleen bites Michelle’s arm, making her scream before pushing her away. I laugh as Noleen slips into the seat and shuts the door.

“Old bitty, you’re lucky I don’t kick your damn ass,” Michelle growls before looking at me.

“Can I drive?” she asks.

“Definitely not,” I tell her, knowing she doesn’t know how to drive, and she sulks, coming over and opening the door.

Chapter

Fifty-One

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