Cooper’s POV
I love talking to her. I love watching her. I love listening to her. I love her.
It’s probably too soon to admit that—even if I only admitted it via my choice of Elvis song—but I don’t care. We could have died last night. She could have died last night.
We keep talking the whole way to Pewter. We talk about our parents, our friends, our likes, our dislikes, and, of course, what the hell we’re all going to do about the fact that Julia has been kidnapped.
I usually find myself jealous and resentful when I see Marie use the mind link, but this time around, I’m actually glad I’m not in it. I can only imagine the rage with which Dean is yelling at everyone—and the pain in Quinn’s thoughts.
Marie is feeling that pain, too, I can tell. She isn’t technically Julia’s godmother, s
