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They’d gone all out.
And it was the first time I’d even realized how close it was to that holiday.
With everything that had been going on, I’d completely forgotten.
Not that we normally made a big deal at Hexwood House.
But I would’ve liked to now that Aurora was with us. It would’ve been nice to do that with her.
With us secluded away in the safehouse and basically on the run, in the middle of a dangerous war with the Head Infidels and those Heretics fuckers, I didn’t see how that was gonna happen now.
My earpiece buzzed, cutting into my thoughts.
I reached past my overhanging hoodie—this one black, and the baseball cap I’d added to conceal my identity all the better until the time came to do the complete opposite—and tapped it to open the transmission from Aaron.
“Target fifty feet out. One o’clock. Approaching food trucks.”
I rolled my eyes and hissed back. “I’m right here. I see it.”
“Just making sure.”
“I’ve got this, Scourge.”
“You’re not in the field very often, hence this backseat interference.”
“Where are you, anyway? I can’t see you.”
“And you won’t. Not until it’s time.”
Fucking cryptic shit.
“Ten-four.”
“That’s trucker talk.”
“Whatever. Just let me do this. I’ve got it.”
“Good, then bring it, kid.”
I grunted, then shoved the agitation down and focused up.
With some supreme navigation, dodging and weaving that was remnant of my exploits on the football field, I made it through the heart of the festival swiftly and caught up to Drew just as he moved to stand in line at a food truck boasting the best BBQ food for miles around.
I steeled myself, then took position on his right.
The weird act of finding somebody moving beside him instead of lining up behind had him turning abruptly, frowning.
“Nice little town,” I commented casually.
“It is, yeah,” he asked, warily, trying to figure me out. “Doing the tourist thing?”
“I wish. Attending a winter festival is too normal for me, I’m afraid. My life doesn’t allow for such niceties. At least not yet.”
I lifted my baseball cap slightly.
He tensed. “You look like her.”
That had me tensing. He knew my mom? I was expecting a comment related to my father, not her. How the—maybe through Olivia, her being his brother’s woman?
