Kael
Three hours into the drive, I was beginning to seriously consider throwing Drake’s comm unit out the window.
Not because he’d actually done anything wrong.
Technically.
But because apparently giving Drake unrestricted access to tactical communication equipment was the equivalent of handing caffeine to a toddler and hoping for peace.
Static crackled softly through the vehicle speakers for the fourth time in ten minutes.
Then:
“So what exactly is the plan when we get there?”
I slowly turned my head toward the passenger seat.
Drake sat right beside me holding the comm unit near his mouth with complete sincerity.
I stared at him flatly.
Then reached over and switched my own comm off entirely.
“I am literally sitting next to you.”
Drake blinked once.
“Yeah, but I wanted to ma
