Chapter Twenty-One
ALANNA KEPT RUBBING her palms up and down her thighs, wishing Josh would drive faster, but knowing he couldn’t. Not on these roads. The Paranormal Council truly needed to do something about fixing the damn things.
“Almost there,” Josh told her, as if she didn’t know where Old Man Tucker lived.
However, she said nothing as she stared out the front windshield, hoping for just a glimpse of John’s house and the others playing in the front yard. Of course, she didn’t want them out in the front yard, either. That would make them too exposed. No. They needed to be locked inside. Safe. Please, let them be safe.
She blew out a slow breath trying her best to calm her nerves.
It didn’t work, because as soon as they neared Old Man Tucker’s home, she spotted the elderly man spra
