Damian's POV
I sank into the buttery leather of the passenger seat as Jason peeled out of Uvira's small cottage, leaving a plume of dust in our wake.
My friend's knuckles shone white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched tight. The visit had left him tense as a drawn bowstring.
I couldn't blame him. Uvira's mystical platitudes revealed little besides more questions.
As we zoomed through the forest, dappled sunlight playing across the windshield, I pondered how to lift Jason's spirits.
"S'all good, bro," I ventured finally. "We got some clues, yeah? Better than nothing."
Jason huffed out a harsh breath. "Fat lot of use they are. Just warnings of nameless evil and endless bloody riddles." He grimaced. "Meanwhile my mate's out there...Goddess knows where or with who..." his grip tightene
