Riley
Rain and I have just headed out the door. After kissing Adrian goodbye for the hundredth time, I slip into the back of the SUV. Our first destination should be a little less than an hour away. We are going to be meeting Alana. She is supposed to be weaving some sort of spell on the two of us to disguise our scents from the rogues. Apparently, you have to smell like something akin to a rotting garbage can to blend in with their unique odor. Talk about a standard reversal. The ride there is fairly silent. Each of us lost in thought. Each mentally preparing for our mission in her own way.
There was definitely a ton of unanswered questions on my end. Plus a ton of resentment and confusion. But none of that has a place between us. Not today anyways. We had both wordlessly called a truc
