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He should have napped, but how could he?
Seated in the passenger seat of the third vehicle of the four-car caravan, a forty-five-minute drive from Dee’s house, and almost forty-eight hours behind her, he could barely handle the impatience of traveling at a safe speed. The last thing they needed was to get pulled over by the local cops. Best case scenario, their arrival time would get pushed. Worst case—with all the gear they had packed in the vans—well, he didn’t know if there was a Rishi on their side who’d deal with getting them out of that jam.
Hamal wanted to kill her, but only after he ensured she was safe. If she’d gone directly to Mike’s, there was little chance she wasn’t in the custody of the Outcasts. He was confident in her Shadows, but the odds that she was still alive,
