Chapter 24:
The back of the mountain isn't a road. It's a suggestion.
Gravel and roots and mud, and the bike's bouncing so hard my teeth are clicking together, and I've got my face buried in Kael's back and my arms locked around his waist and I'm not screaming anymore because screaming takes breath and I don't have any.
Tree branches hit my shoulder. A rock kicks up and hits my boot. The headlight's off and the only thing I can see is the dark and the shape of him in front of me.
Then the ground flattens out.
The bike slows. Kael's shoulders come down an inch.
"Almost there," he says.
"Where's there?"
"Back road. Comes out behind the church."
The trees thin. There's a fence and a gate and then we're on gravel and then we're on pavement and then the church goes past on our left wit
