9
“It’s five twenty-three already.” Kyle glanced up from his mobile, as we neared the trucks. “We’re not going to make it to The Blueberry.”
“Sure we will.”
“How? Dad and Nate aren’t around yet, and the female said to meet at six.” He shoved his mobile back into his pocket. “Besides, when Nate sees the state of you, he’ll never let us go.”
I glanced at him with a smile. “What if Dad doesn’t see the state of me?”
“I know we haven’t passed any mirrors on the way, but those injuries of yours are a bit hard to miss.”
I could have figured that out on my own. A slow trickle of blood made a constant stream over my temple, driven by the thudding beat against the inside of my skull. My eyes didn’t seem too keen on the idea of focusing, either—but not for one minute would I let that stand in t
