Dastien’s phone worked overtime for nearly the whole car ride. We knew our time was limited. He checked in with Dr. Gonzales and she said Meredith was still alive, but had only an hour or two left.
I sped down the road, not caring about getting a ticket. There was no slowing down.
When Dastien was done with his calls, we were minutes away from campus.
“What’s the plan?”
I tapped my fingers along the steering wheel. “I’m going to need your help. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I have a theory.”
He turned to face me. “Tell me.”
I glanced at him for a second before turning back to the road. “You can make me change if you wanted to.”
“Yes. I could.”
“You could make just about anyone, right?” “Yes.”
“Even if they didn’t want to.”
“Oui. Of course. Yes.” He paused. “I think I kn
