He was acting like nothing was wrong, and it annoyed the crap out of her. Every now and then he tried to mask the tension by making increasingly bizarre jokes. Rue focussed on driving, while sneaking glances at him out of her peripheral vision – she saw his face turn paler gradually, from worry. No words passed between them, as she kept pushing the pedal to go faster.
She knew one thing for certain… Caleb was fighting.
And by the looks on Michael’s face, he was losing.
She pressed the gas pedal faster and harder. Nervous energy pulsed through her and her companion let out a wary noise from his throat. ‘We’re almost there,’ she said to him. Almost… But it felt like it was so far away.
‘Calm down, huh…’ he uttered, but she could hear from his voice that he was focussed on what his pac
