Just when we appear to be clear, the grey estate appears ahead, turning onto the road we are already heading down.
They could block us.
Stop us.
Or even force us to crash.
We could shift, I think, already reaching for Astraea in my head.
Before I can complete another thought, Landry mutters, "f**k's sake."
He turns sharply again, down yet another open farm gate.
This field is even rougher than the last. The car shudders and bounces, but he keeps going, following a rutted track towards a larger, denser stretch of forest.
His brows draw together as he aims for another open gate past a gaggle of cows around a trough. I turn in my seat, watching the gate for any following cars.
With another jolt, we are back on the road, my pulse racing as if I have been running this entire time.
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