Chapter Fourteen
Sarah“Exit the vehicle,” Vekele ordered.
Sarah unbuckled the safety harness, her hands shaking. Ghost kept bumping his head against her head, whining. “I know, I know. We’re okay,” she said, repeating the words in a desperate attempt to make it true.
“We are safe for the moment,” Vekele said. He reached across the cramped space and opened a compartment. His wings took up most of the cabin space. “Take this kit. Inside is disinfectant and a cleansing cloth. Clean yourself and Ghost. I will disable the tracking on this flyer.”
Right. That sounded sensible. Responsible. She was grateful that Vekele took the lead. She didn’t have to think, only follow orders. Unfortunately, that left plenty of space in her head for memories of the shouts and screams to play on repeat.
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