Steve’s fists clenched, sure blood had pooled in his palms. The memories he kept pinned down, broken free by this infringement of nightmare to reality, had him ache with tension. Afraid to voice any of the hundreds of things that rushed through his head, afraid he would begin a rant that would never end, that he’d attack the driver to the death of them all, he took brooding to a new level.
Ray, who’d sent Steve looks from the corner of his eye since they’d left, finally spoke. “Look, this sucks. Okay, this beyond sucks, but neither of us came up with anything else. This was the only option.”
Steve kept his voice a whisper, afraid he’d wake the drugged Dee leaning against him with the power of his anger. “When we kill our friends, what then?”
Ray’s grip on the wheel white-knuckled, brows
