The Cajun insisted on driving. I didn’t have it in me to argue. So, I gladly gave him the wheel as I slid to the passenger seat. We were off down the dirt road and on the major highway before the Cajun struck up a conversation. The Cajun cleared his throat. “I apologize for accusing you of …”
I butted in, stopping him in midstream, “Nick! Don’t! I should’ve stayed behind. Titan’s death is my fault. I was wrong not warning you or Titan about Aidan’s magick.” I let out a painful sigh. “You were right.” Our eyes met briefly, and I saw pity in the Cajun’s eyes. I hated it too.
For the remainder of the ride, we didn’t talk. Although, I felt torn about the Cajun coming, even still, I was glad. He may be human, though he proved his usefulness. I only hoped I didn’t get him killed. Too much bloo
