"Well, that could've gone worse, right?"
Colin started the car without saying a word in reply.
He didn't need to. It could've gone worse, in the sense that I could've been locked in the shed with Evan standing guard outside, something that might very well have happened if I hadn't brought my very own alpha along as backup.
I liked Colin's voice, but no sound had ever been quite as welcome as the Cadillac's engine grumbling to life, telling me it was about to take me away from all this.
Only two hours had passed since we arrived; the sun still hadn't made it up enough to shine straight down through the thick forest, its rays skimming along the treetops and filtering sideways through the branches.
The way I felt, it ought to have been going down already. I'd thought I'd been tired when we got there.
But no, not tired. Not remotely, not compared to now. I picked up a discarded pair of knock-off mirrored aviators lying in the centre console with a few friends.
