Chapter 142 To The Beehive

• “We can’t exactly drive to Scotland in my Jeep,” he chuckled, catching the curiosity in my expression.
• I glanced up at his face, suppressing a laugh. “Yeah, but we can’t go barefoot either!” I shrugged, trying to hide how awkward the whole situation was starting to feel. The remaining uncertainty was almost too much to take seriously.
• The Sheriff’s grin faded as he gave a quick nod, his voice lowering to something more serious. “I know someone who can smuggle us into Nymeria, no documentation needed,” he said, eyes flicking between Dominic and me. “But… you’re not going to like where we have to go.”