Chapter 62 Whatever It Takes
- Raelynn
- Lorenzo's knuckles went white from his tight grip on the steering wheel. You could cut the tension with a knife as he drove us down the narrow, twisty road from Nightshade Manor.
- Quiet surrounded us thick and heavy. The sound of tires on gravel broke the silence. I gazed out the window from the passenger seat, trying to make sense of everything that happened in the past day.