Fifty-Three
When Jackson sensed Justice was no longer on the highway, he went cross-country rather than attempt to find the track Marcus had taken in the dark. With only the headlights illuminating his way it took all his concentration, and the benefit of his freak sight, to navigate around boulders and dodge ditches.
Every muscle in his body ached by the time he stumbled across a dirt track and could focus more on the bond. It felt stronger now, the diagonal dash through the scrub cutting into Marcus’ lead.
Beside him, pressed up against his side due to lack of space in the front of the truck, Wilson kept her eyes on the road. After questioning how he knew where the Legion had taken Justice, she had fallen quiet.
Now she turned to look at him. ‘This bond with Justice—it’s what’s keepi
