The engine turned over and I pulled out hard, tires catching gravel before we hit the road. My phone started vibrating in my pocket almost immediately. I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was.
Mira.
I let it ring.
Dane glanced over once, then leaned back in his seat like he already knew better than to push it.
“You’re brave,” he said.
“Sit quiet,” I said, eyes on the road.
He let out a breath that sounded like he wanted to say more, then didn’t. Good. I didn’t need commentary right now. I needed answers.
The drive to The Spoke felt longer than it should’ve, and every second gave the situation more room to get worse. If this was nothing, I’d deal with it quickly and move on. If it wasn’t nothing, I’d deal with it properly.
We pulled into the lot hard enough to throw gra
