Hidden: A Firelight Novel by Jordan Sophie

Author:Jordan, Sophie [Jordan, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc.
Published: 2012-09-10T22:00:00+00:00

15

Will and I say nothing. It’s as though we know once we start talking, things will be said that will change everything. Change us. The dreams we had for ourselves aren’t as close to coming true as we thought. He has to know that. Sense that. For now, silence is my only comfort.

Although in that quiet, my mind circles back to the terrible thing I’ve done, to the possibility that I killed someone. We did stop to place a call to 911, but the awful feelings still nag at me. A tightness builds inside me that makes every breath an agonizing struggle for air. Words are beyond me. But even without words, my thoughts are loud inside my head. And I have plenty more to consider. There’s the matter of Miram. As long as she’s with us, as long as the homing device stays inside her … I shake my head. We’ll never be safe. It’s a situation I can’t ignore. I can’t let them all go on their merry way back to the pride as if this weren’t a problem.

We travel over an hour before Will slows the van. I blink like I’m waking from a dream as he pulls over at one of those mega travel centers that boasts multiple restaurants and showers. It’s practically a small city. The prospect of clean hair and fresh clothes perks me up a bit. Will parks at the far edge of the lot where there aren’t any other vehicles.

I join Will as he opens the back door. Everyone looks drained, slumped low, adrenaline long spent. Cassian clutches his side as though his ribs still pain him. He probably hurt himself again in the mad dash to rescue his sister. Tamra twists a matted lock of hair between her fingers.

“Anyone want a shower?” I ask, forcing a ring of cheerfulness into my voice.

Tamra is the quickest. Grabbing our bags, she hops down, equally delighted. Cassian follows. Miram doesn’t move.

“Miram,” I say gently, looking at her where she huddles in the corner with her knees pulled to her chest, her expression uncertain, like she isn’t sure if she can come or not. And who can blame her? “Would you like to wash up, too? You can wear some of our clothes.”

She doesn’t respond.

Cassian prompts her. “Miram?”

She gives a small jerk and then nods once, scooting toward the van door. “Yeah. Thanks,” she whispers, dropping down. Cassian drapes an arm around her and pulls her close. She forces a watery smile and snuggles into the shelter of his body. His face fixes in a cringe, but he doesn’t complain or remind her of his injuries.

Tamra lingers at the door, peering back in at Deghan. He sits with his wrists propped on his knees. “You going to be okay?” she asks.

I pat her shoulder and stifle a sigh. “C’mon. I’m pretty sure he can handle himself, Tamra.”

Her pale cheeks pink up, and she nods. Will shuts the van door, and we all walk together to the facility, guys and girls parting when we reach the showering area.

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