Dan still couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching and following him on the train. It felt way too real, like an itch he couldn’t scratch, making him uncomfortable as hell. But if someone was actually doing that, Killian would’ve said something by now, right?
Yet, look at him—Killian was still passed out cold, snoozing away like a damn baby, even after they switched trains an hour ago. That bastard seriously let them take this long-ass train ride back home instead of just buying a damn plane ticket. If he had, they’d probably be at their doorstep by now.
Dan grabbed Killian’s phone again, checking his emails—hoping, praying Sophia had sent something. But nope. Just a bunch of useless junk, and not a single one from her.
"That’s really suck!" he muttered under his breath.
