TWENTY-EIGHT
SOMETIMES BEING RIGHT WAS NO FUN. For the last day and a half, they’d been on the road. With both Styx and Daire on hand, Harry switched them out every eight hours, so there was no need to stop for more than food and bathroom breaks.
She didn’t doubt either man’s stamina. Though she did doubt the quality of sleep they got squashed into the back next to her. She hadn’t enjoyed being cooped up in the truck and she was much smaller. Plus, when Daire was in the back, she could stretch herself out and sleep with her head in her Heart’s lap.
In the darkness around them, they drove across uneven ground. Daire was in the driving seat again and had been for the last four hours or so. She had no idea where they were going. Occasionally, Harry would mutter something to the man at his
