Becky's POV
The events of the last several days had taxed me; my head whirled and my nerves strained. Paul's words erupted from the thick quiet as the automobile tore down the highway. "We'll hide in a safehouse close to the coast," he murmured, his rearview mirror eyes meeting mine. "It is far away. Wolfe's soldiers will not come across us there.
I nodded, but the tummy still hurt. "How long do you suppose we might be able to run?" My voice almost above a whisper, I asked softly. "It feels like they surround us once more every time we advance."
Leo, who sat next to me, extended his hand. Some solace came from his familiar warmth of touch. "We're not just running," he continued, his voice strong and certain. "We are reorganizing. It's different. We know things that may pull them down.
