Three days since my world had been turned upside down, since I’d learned Talon was hiding things from me, since I’d fought the Order of St. It had been three days since we left Crescent Beach.
Sighing, I laid my chin against his back, watching the eternal sameness flash by around us, and let my mind wander. And I swear, Riley, if you tell me I should keep my mouth closed, you’re going to be riding the rest of the way sidesaddle.” “My hair is going to take hours to untangle, and I think I’ve eaten like four bugs. “My butt has gone numb!” I called back, making him smirk. My kind was well adapted to dealing with blistering temperatures. The air shimmered with heat, but heat never bothered me. Around us, the Mojave Desert provided much the same scenery: sand, scrub, cactus, rock and the occasional hawk or turkey vulture. Before us, the highway stretched on, an endless strip of pavement heading east. My hair whipped and snapped like a flame atop my head, too short to tie back but just long enough to be horribly tangled when we stopped. I peeked up from his leather jacket and caught my reflection in his dark shades. “You okay back there, Firebrand?” Riley called over his shoulder.
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