Soon the sun gets brighter and I sense plenty of movement in the forest on either side of the narrow road. Having taken this quieter route instead of the highways, we’ve saved at least an hour and should be in King Ares’s territory in twenty minutes at most.
“Can you pull over for a minute? I need to take a leak,” Luke says.
“Sure, go for it,” I reply, bringing the car to an immediate halt. I check on the rogues in the rearview mirror before fiddling with the radio dial, wondering how things will go with the king.
I’ve just settled on a channel when Luke reappears by the door, but just as he’s getting in, bullets rip through the glass window above the trunk. The sudden crash almost jolts me out of my seat. My ears ring.
Fuck! They’re here for the rogues, not us.
Luke dives inside, scr
