Gael wanted to scream. What the f**k was wrong with them? How could they not see the seriousness of the situation? “Unless it’s wicked stick day and I get to watch I don’t give a damn. We’re leaving the minute the sun sets.”
Edie huffed and turned to Archie. “Isn’t it cute how he thinks he has a say in how we do things now when we’ve saved his life?”
“Very.” Archie wore his blank face and Gael curled his fingers in frustration.
“Don’t you get it? You could be dying!”
Archie and Edie kept looking at each other, not saying a word, and yet Gael was sure they communicated in some secret language or something.
“Gael.” Edie gave him a fake smile. “You don’t know if we’re dying or not, and I doubt your maker would be able to do anything about it if we were.”
She could tell Gael how to cut t
