Vanish (Firelight #2)(67)

“Did you two make up?” Tamra asks when we’re back inside. Either she heard the shouting or Cassian caught her up to speed.

“We’re fine,” I say, sending Tamra a warning look to drop the subject.

“We’re good,” Will adds, looking meaningfully at Cassian.

Cassian stares back unperturbed.

“Good.” Tamra nods. “Let’s get going. The sooner we rescue the little witch, the sooner we’re free.”

I don’t bother asking free from what. Or from whom. For Tamra it’s become all the same. The pride. Cassian.

Soon we’re moving back down the highway, plunging headlong into the sunrise.





Chapter 28

Several hours later, after we’ve ditched Will’s car for a van that’s seen better days, I shoot a glance over my shoulder at Cassian and Tamra asleep in the back, lying on blankets they spread out on the rusted and dented floor.

“How much longer?” I whisper.

“Maybe tomorrow night. If we drive through and don’t stop.”

“Good.”

The floorboard rumbles beneath the soles of my shoes and I curl my knees to my chest. Shifting on the torn vinyl seat, I try not to miss the comfortable seat of Will’s Land Rover. It’s only temporary. We parked his car at a truck stop, ready for us to reclaim after we rescue Miram.

Sighing, I lean my head back on the headrest. The sooner we do this, the sooner Miram and Cassian go home. The sooner Will, Tamra, and I can find Mom and start over someplace else. I stare through the window, almost relieved to see the clear night all around us. No perpetual mist.

Will reaches for my hand. His thumb traces the inside of my wrist. Sparks ignite up my arm from the simple touch. We share a heated look, and I know he feels it, too. Slipping a glance over my shoulder at the sleeping pair in the back, I acknowledge it might be a while before we have some privacy, and this bothers me. We’re heading into danger. We might not make it out.

As though he senses my doubts, he says, “I’ve done the drop before with my father. It’s easy enough getting in.”

“It’s not getting in I’m worried about.”

“We’ll get out. They’ll never suspect a hunter ever wanting to break a draki out. We drop, we get paid, we leave.” He nods once, and I’m not sure whether he believes what he’s saying or not. “We’ll escape. And then we’ll be together. Without Cassian.”

The headlights of an oncoming car light up Will’s face. If his words weren’t enough, his intense expression drives home for me that he might not blame me for the bonding, but he’s not at peace with it either. He’ll never be at peace until Cassian’s back with the pride and I’m . . . not.

“I told you it’s not real.”

“I know. You were forced into it. It means nothing.” He brings my hand to his lips for a tender kiss. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”

“Sure you’re not too tired to drive?”

“Cassian offered to take the wheel for a while. I’ll wake him in an hour.”

Closing my eyes, I’m convinced I can never sleep.

That’s my last thought.

A firm hand on my shoulder shakes me into consciousness. I jerk, looking around, every muscle tense, ready to defend, run, fly.

“We’re here,” Will says.

When did I become so guarded, so braced for attack? I don’t try to figure it out. Just tell myself this is good for the events to come.

I look left and right. We sit parked on a narrow dirt road, trees all around. Tamra leans forward between us and echoes my thoughts. “There’s nothing here.”

Will cocks his head. “You didn’t think I’d drive to the front gates and honk, did you?”

Tamra snorts. “Well, show us then, fearless leader.”

I look almost in bewilderment at my sister. She acts like this is nothing. As if we’re just out for the day, cruising the countryside or something.

Will steps from the van. Cassian’s already outside, holding his face up to the breeze like he’s scenting the air. I guess he probably is.

Will opens the back doors of the van and throws aside the blanket covering an array of weaponry. I’d already seen the arsenal when we switched vehicles, but the sight still makes me inhale sharply.

Cassian immediately starts handling weapons, deciding which one to take, and I watch, amazed as he and Will revert to guy talk over the variety of guns, knives and bows, weighing the pros and cons like old comrades.

Tamra and I roll our eyes at each other.

After a few moments, I clear my throat. “Are we going in there guns blazing or something?”

“Yeah,” Tamra agrees. “I thought this was just supposed to be a surveillance run first. So we can get a feel for the place.”

“It is. This is just a precaution.” Will straps an ankle holster beneath his jean leg, slipping a gun inside. I shiver a little at his smooth movements, reminded that he’s done this before. Cassian follows suit, and I stop myself from asking whether he even knows how to shoot a gun. They’re not part of our life in the pride. But something stops me. For once, the guys are in accord. I don’t want to ruin that.

Will selects four binoculars and hands one to each of us. He gives me a wink. “We’ll look over the layout for now, and then come up with our strategy.”