Chapter Thirty-Four
Daphne
A sense of panic clawed inside my chest. “How fast can you get there?” I asked Grant for maybe the tenth time in the past five minutes.
Grant, his eyes so much like Flynn’s, glanced in the rearview mirror. “Daphne, I’m driving as fast as I can.”
“I know, I know,” I muttered. “I’m sorry.”
Gravel spit from the truck’s wheels as we zoomed toward Diamond Creek.
“Hurry,” Cat said from where she sat beside me in the back seat.
Nora glanced over her shoulder. “Hang tight; he’s going to hit the pavement soon.”
Only moments ago, we’d gotten a call from emergency services in Diamond Creek. Flynn and Elias had crashed and were being picked up by helicopter and flown to the hospital. We had only sketchy details. They were alive, the most important factor, but both ha
