Chapter 36
“This is a terrible idea,” Elle informed me. “You can’t even drive.”
I leaned back against the heated, leather seat on the passenger side of the vehicle, trying to ignore how disloyal I felt taking the car Gunner had bought me while making my escape. Glancing back over my shoulder, I assured myself that Yuki and Oyo were sleeping. Then I countered, “I can drive. You just wouldn’t let me behind the wheel.”
“Because you look like death. You do realize Gunner will feel exactly like you do when he wakes up and finds you missing?”
No, I hadn’t realized that. Somehow, I’d assumed the pain of mating then leaving would all be mine to bear. The knowledge that Gunner would deal with the same sort of agony started my head pounding as if Kira were using my skull as her own personal drum
