Chapter 82 Desperate Request

• I hold my breath as Ronan lifts me without warning, carrying me through the thick mud to the flatbed truck in the same way Connor did before. I’m forced to place my hands on his firm, broad shoulders to keep myself upright.
• “See you at home!” Tillie shouts with that sweet accent, already seated in Connor’s truck. Luckily, I’m in the middle again, but the inside of the flatbed is much less comfortable and more cramped. There’s a giant gear shift lever sticking out of the floor that I really can’t avoid straddling.
• “It’s so dark,” Bell whispers from the passenger side as we move slowly down the lane. “Do you think there are bears and stuff here?"