The forest blurred into deep green and grey under the fading light. Zephyr sat in the front seat, his thoughts stirred back at everything that had played out earlier. Ryker’s taunting, the description of Sylvia’s face when she was being stabbed, Ryker playing Lily, and the frantic look on Ryker’s face before leaving the river bank.
Beside him, Jason's grip tightened around the steering, eyes fixed on the quiet road. The man seemed to be ruminating over something, something Zephyr couldn't figure out. Perhaps the threat from Ryker.
“I won't be going home,” Zephyr’s voice broke the silence, pulling Jason's attention to him. The man's eyebrows tilted, curious.
“I can't concentrate knowing that Sylvia's not alright, so I need you to take me to Rivendell hospital.”
“Zephyr, we can't be
