He led me toward the door, and Beattie walked alongside me. Behind us, I heard Aaran and the others talking, and given their tones were hushed, I figured it was something they didn’t want us to overhear. I didn’t even try. I was too tired and spent to care.
As we stepped onto the sidewalk, the chilly evening air rejuvenated me a bit, and I felt a bit better. “Can we get some beer to drink when we get back? I want to wind down all the way.”
Beattie nodded. “I think I saw a liquor store just up the street here. Let’s get something.”
Adaire nodded, and as we walked up the street, I was sandwiched between two people who cared about me a great deal. For the first time in days, I felt safe.
That was until I saw Erika Weber approaching us from ahead. I clenched Adaire’s arm and grabbed Beatti
