As I consider the words Saphira has said, Joey drives us home at his usual break-neck speed. But for some reason, his lead foot and tight turns no longer scare me. In fact, with each push to the car's limits, I feel a tinge of exhilaration pump through my veins. Adrenaline spikes occur whenever I'd normally hold on for dear life. Watching the world pass by in a blur of colors feels unreal, yet somehow familiar.
Like flying.
"What?"
"I was wondering if you were okay with making a quick stop before we head back to the cabin?" Joey asks me, glancing my way through the rearview mirror a few times before turning his eyes back onto the road.
It's then I realize he was not only speaking to me at some point, but that I had asked Saphira for clarification out oud. But since they remain quiet on
