Chapter Seven
It’s dark by the time we roll off the ferry and head into Stornoway. Even though it’s called the capital of the Western Isles, it’s not very big, maybe a few thousand residents. We drive along the streets until we find a hotel that looks bright and inviting. The guys have decided that we need some rest, so we’re staying the night rather than driving straight on to Calanais.
Storm heads inside to find out if they have a room available while the rest of us stay in the car.
“Is Storm your leader?” I ask, remembering how it’s always the brooding, black-clad twin who organises everything.
“Aye, he’s the boss,” Arc grins. “When we let him.”
“So it’s not an official thing?”
“Nah, he’s the oldest so he thinks he’s in charge. And most of the time that’s ok with the rest of us.”
