Chapter 43

• Tripp stopped in the middle of the road and sat there. The bumper of his vehicle was a foot away from the invisible line to her father’s clan territory. He knew every inch of this boundary; he’d run in many times over the years. Turning, he looked over to see recognition on her face. “Ready for this?”
• Amari shook her head but motioned toward the windshield. “Let’s get it done.” Her expression was hard, but her words didn’t reflect as much conviction.
• Nodding, he pressed the gas again. The only problem with upping their arrival time to the middle of the day was more people would be out and chances of this turning into something bigger was almost certain.