I insisted,
Griff argued.
I faced forward, unwilling to search the shadows of his face while I asked the question that weighed on me more than any of the other unknowns.
No one said anything to that, leaving me to assume they’d been wondering the same thing.
Finally, Hunt said,
I pressed.
Layla admitted.
I turned in my seat to shoot her a look even though she wouldn’t be able to make out much of it.
Again, a deep silence spread through the car as I faced forward. We were probably less than five minutes away from the crossroads now.
After a minute, Layla said,
Brady huffed.
The weight of our reality only grew heavier.
Hunt said.
Brady asked.
Griffin said.
I admitted.
Layla said.
Brady asked.
Some rustling told me Layla shifted in her seat directly behind me to stare at Brady.
Hunt said.
Griffin said.
I said,
said Hunt.
Hunt exhaled sharply, and I turned to see Layla grinning after jabbing him in the side. she teased.
“We’re getting close,” Brady announced aloud.
I pleaded, “Please don’t do it, Griff. I have a bad feeling about it.”
To be fair, I hadn’t had a good feeling about our life expectancies since we’d discovered we were “extraordinary.”
Griffin glanced at me, slowing to take a sharp right. Closer to the old farming route, the trees had been cut centuries ago to make room for cultivation. The streets were straighter here than they were around our stomping grounds, where the roads wove through the forests.
His strong, warm hand rubbed my leg some more. “It’ll be okay, Joss. We’ve checked Clyde over. He’s running great.”
