Zayne snorted, swaying on the dock. Reeves squinted at the old fishing boat then back at Zayne with raised brows. "It'll get you where you need to be." He countered giving them a take it or leave it look.
"To Alaska?" Zayne scoffed glancing down at Rebekah who gripped the strap of her bag, knuckles white, face unreceptive. Over the last day and a half of driving, he had learned that Rebekah hid all of her emotions in her anxiety. Her face would always remain a calm passiveness that hid all, but her hands and lips showed that was not the case.
"With enough fuel, yeah it will get you there." Reeves nodded leaning back with a calculating expression, his long gray beard seeming to grow out of every pore of his wrinkled face. He was all but bald, except for a few wisps that danced in the br
