Calder nudged me awake as we passed the Laceyville: Population 19,229 sign, and I blinked as it whipped by.
Well, went by at a normal pace, really, since Jace had taken the wheel when we left and hadn't relinquished it since. Lucian and Lirien, strangely, had been allied in their vociferous complaints about that, with phrases like 'drives like my grandma' thrown around.
Even more strangely, I'd been the deciding vote.
"I doubt this van even goes over a hundred, Lucian," I'd cut in, when Landon started to get involved in the argument too—standing right next to Jace and backing him up, of all things. "So why would you even want to drive it? Besides, I'd rather not start puking again."
Lucian had shot me a death glare that warmed me all the way down to my toes, since it was exactly the way he'd used to look at me when we all squabbled and I didn't take his side immediately.
