Xenos’s point of view.
When we’re 20 feet from the cabin, I yank the steering wheel right, then left, to make it look like something’s wrong.
“What was that?” Silas asks, concerned.
“I think we have a flat,” I reply as I stop the car, then quickly get out, grab my knife, and puncture the front tire.
“Good job,” Apollo praises me for the first time ever, shocking the living life out of me.
“f**k!” I curse loudly and try to act angry when I see Silas coming out of the car.
“Relax, we’ll just change the tire.” He tries to reassure me, but I sigh hard and shake my head.
“I don’t have a spare. I used it and forgot to replace it.” I run my fingers through my hair, feigning frustration, but secretly, I want to jump up and down.
“Well, that’s f****d up,” he says as he leans on the hood of
