After we were back on the bike, and a good half hour away, I put a shield over us.
“I don’t know where it’s safe to talk and where it’s not,” I yelled from the back of the bike. “But Isabella spoke to me.” Phoenix promptly pulled over so we could talk.
“When?” He asked as soon as he cut the engine.
“Right before the vision. She told me she meant no harm, would explain later and encouraged me to hold the pan.”
“I honestly don’t know what to make of all this, but we’re almost to the next stop and I might have an idea.” With that, Phoenix fired the bike back up and picked up some speed.
The warm sun shone on us as the wind whipped through our hair. This was fresh country air just like on Earth and I inhaled deeply. Coupled with holding on to my mate, this was one of the best feeling
