This was nuts.
As Elijah drove to Brute’s house, I glanced over at Luke. I could feel the tension radiating off him. I knew he didn’t want me there, but he had to understand. I couldn’t stay back. I was there for him. I was there to make sure he walked out alive. What I said back at The Shack was how I felt. Where he went, I went. That resonated through me, more than anything now. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but if we all survived, I was going with him. I was going to be at his side, and I didn’t care about the logistics.
Elijah drove the car around the last turn and slowed to park. We were two blocks away from Brute’s house.
I was going to be at Luke’s side from now on, but we had to get through this first, I reminded myself.
We should’ve formulated a better plan. We shoul
