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We remained silent for a while as Micah continued to drive into the night. The surroundings were nothing but a black blur, but I didn’t hear any shrieks or ruffling of wings.
He watched via the mirrors. “Did we lose them?”
“I think so,” Victor answered as he looked around, observing the exterior. He stopped when he faced me. “Are you okay?”
I held onto the back of the seat, fighting against the urge to crawl on his lap and have him hold me while telling me everything would be all right.
Instead, not trusting my voice, I nodded. If I tried to speak, I would scream or cry. God, I wanted to press “pause.” I needed a break, time to breathe, to rest, to think about all that had just happened.
“Morgan?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
The guys didn’t say anything. Victor sat back i
