Jessica

So I decided not to tell him until later that night after he calmed down. Ivar was certain, his dad's 'helpful' advise, was just another way to manipulate him into doing what his dad wanted. He was a very confused man. We had eaten already and were just driving around the city while he ranted about not knowing what to do. We turned down a street we hadn't been on before and he stopped the car.

"We shouldn't be here," He said straightly.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Looks fine to me."

His eyes went wide and he yelled, "Hands off the metal!"

A moment later a bolt of lightning hit the vehicle and surged up and down it. A few moments later it dissipated. He growled and quickly got out of the vehicle.

"Stay here," He popped his neck and took off his shoes and threw them back inside. "I'll be back in a few minutes."