Liam's POV
“Pass.”
The guard’s voice was strict, the same tone every man on duty seemed to wear today.
He handed the last man his badge, and the poor fellow practically sprinted away, muttering something under his breath.
Redridge had gone mad. Three days ago, they started checking every single living soul that tried to cross their borders. No vehicles passes through their border, it's either you forfeit it outside and walk in on your feet or you go back to wherever you're coming from.
Whatever was happening here was ugly enough to make them this paranoid.
The line ahead of us moved. I stood still, watching. Isla was right beside me, her hood drawn low, the cloak shadowing most of her face.
She was nervous, I could feel her heartbeat from where I stood. She had the scent of someo
