Do better, Savannah.
A full fifteen minutes have gone by since the last time I spoke, and I find my mouth opening when we round a corner and are confronted with the sight of a lake. A big lake.
The moonlight shimmers across the still surface and it feels like he’s driven to a whole new world.
I’m used to seeing the Mississippi River, since it slices through the heart of Minneapolis, but that’s fast-moving, loud, almost violent at times. This is…something else entirely. And if I had red slippers on, I’d click my heels together. Because we’re not in Kansas anymore.
CHAPTER 8
King
My little captive sat still in her seat, finally acting how she should, until a few moments ago. Now she’s sitting forward, watching raptly, as I take the final few turns to my property.
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