Eliza could see Liam's cut heal as she drove. She would look over every so often and see his bruises begin to yellow. His cut was closing a little more each time she stole a glance. She was sure he'd wake up before they got to El Paso.
The drive was quiet. She hadn't turned the radio on since she wanted all her senses on alert in case the Josten Pack caught up with them. While she focused on keeping an eye out for any trailing cars, she felt herself return to normal with each car she passed. The initial shock of what had happened in Amarillo washed away and her mind easily justified her actions. She felt no guilt in taking the life of those two worthless wolves. They made their choice and she had to protect her life and Liam's. It wasn't her fault that they were too stupid to realize tha
