The guy kept laughing even after Heath dragged him into the back room of Miller’s Bar and the sound stayed stuck in my head the entire ride back to the property while cold wind tore against my jacket.
Not because he scared me but because he sounded certain. That was worse.
Drake rode beside me the whole way instead of ahead like usual and every time I glanced sideways I caught him watching the road too hard while tension locked through his shoulders.
Nobody talked much once we reached the compound because exhaustion mixed badly with paranoia now. The entire yard already looked stretched thin from weeks of constant pressure.
Everybody waited for the next hit and the next warning or the next body.
Raze understood exactly what that did to people. The next morning started with anothe
