“Oh, you wanna tell me why you ran?”
I don’t take my eyes from the view outside my window. “Not really.”
“That wasn’t a question.”
Well, it sounded like one.
I consider arguing back, or lying, and open my mouth. “The truth.”
I turn to find his eyes on me instead of on the road. “What makes you think I’d tell you anything else?” I ask in a meek voice.
He raises an eyebrow and turns his gaze back to the mostly empty highway.
The roads have been so quiet since I said my tearful goodbyes to my pack—my former pack—in Hardin and climbed into Jeremy’s black truck.
We’re making good time, like really good time. Which means I have less time to prepare for my return to Dawley.
Since it doesn’t look like we’re going to be stopping at a motel anytime soon, and I doubt Jeremy’s going to let me
