18
Their silence was killing me.
We’d ridden most of the day with no one saying a word. They were still in shock. I know I was. After we found Pepper and Big John’s horse nibbling on a couple of desert bushes, I had forced myself to keep looking to the horizon and not at Cade’s singed wings or the twist of his handsome face with every step. I knew he would heal quickly, but it was hard to see him in such pain.
Big John seemed to be okay. Though I couldn’t be sure because of the way he kept his robe over his injured leg.
Still, hours passed without a peep from anyone. The only thing Cade said when he’d gotten off Mika to ride Pepper was, “Good job.”
Good job? I had no clue how I did what I did. Lukas and Big John were just as surprised as I was. They kept glancing at me with disbelief.
