Chapter 33
By mutual consent, Sebastien and I didn’t congratulate each other for the impressive feats of driving and marksmanship that had come before. It was hard to celebrate when we both knew we’d crossed an ethical line from which we couldn’t return.
Still, when the last tree faded away behind us and we slipped onto the highway without sighting another member of Dakota’s pack, the tension in the cab gradually eased. The sun had risen high enough in the sky so it didn’t blind me as I glanced in the rear-view mirror, and my adrenaline levels were letting up sufficiently so I could start thinking about the future as well.
Sebastien’s mind was apparently following a similar track. “Where are we going?” my companion asked after I’d driven for fifteen endless minutes in the opposite direc
