Chapter 87
Jay’s truck rumbled as we drove home. It was old and beat up, with a torn bench seat. It looked like a wild animal had tried to burrow inside of it, clawing up the disintegrating fabric. I silently vowed to reupholster it when I found out what color he planned on painting the truck. I had to sit in the middle of the bench due to a gaping hole in the passenger side floorboard. I didn’t usually mind, but he’d been silent since we’d climbed in the car after dragging me through the pack house. His knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel, which groaned under the force of his hold. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, chewing on my bottom lip. Did I do something wrong? I know Lilith messed up the ritual, but he didn’t seem this upset when he’d woke up. I sighed, replaying our mornin
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