TWENTY-NINE
THE MUSCLES OF HER BACK and shoulders were objecting to sitting cramped up in the backseat next to a bunch of frustrating junk. “It feels like we’ve been driving for days,” she said, stretching out.
“We have been driving for days,” Styx said, exiting the highway.
Two to be exact. With the men switching out. Not equally like Styx would with Daire, but he at least got a couple of hours sleep here and there. Way less than she and Harry.
The doctor’s writings offered some distraction. She’d explored the odd symbols in his so-called bible, traced the lines of the diagrams with a fingertip. But it meant nothing without a key.
Every time she picked it up with hope of a breakthrough, she was disappointed.
Tension made her antsy. “And you still won’t tell me where we’re going?”
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