“Good thinking. I’ll let him know,” Van replies.
We all nod and then wait as he jogs over to where Ty is talking to some of the kidnapped people who have stuck around.
When Ty looks over at us with a smile and waves, I say, “I’m going to assume that means that we can go?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Neith
“Yep, come on. Van will catch up,” Reed confirms as he pulls me under his arm and we head back through the woods, the same way that we came, although at a much more sedate pace than when we arrived.
It doesn’t take long for Van to catch up with us.
We make our way through the woods, and I’m hoping that the guys know where they’re going because absolutely nothing looks familiar to me, probably because I spent too long looking at their asses when we first came this way and not long enough remembering which way we were walking.
It does occur to me that I could probably talk to them about the dream that was not actually a dream, but as I open my mouth, I realize that it is the kind of conversation that is probably best to have in a more secure location than in the woods.
I’ll wait until we’re in the car. I’ll get the guys to call each other so everyone can hear, or maybe I will wait until we get home, and then I can just show them Styx’s shirt.
The walk to the cars somehow seems a lot shorter than the walk to the sales. I don’t know how that works, but it just is, and I’m grateful, because I’m definitely more tired than I thought I would be. Of course, this is my second big battle of sorts in less than twenty-four hours, so that might explain why. Even though Ethel helped to heal my aches with her tea, it doesn’t change the fact that, technically, I didn’t actually get much sleep last night, if any.
Thankfully, we get to the cars without incident, and we all jump inside. My eyes are already drifting close as we head out of the little clearing that we were all using for a parking lot.
It’s a couple of hours' drive to get home, so I can nap. Not that I think I have much choice in the matter since my eyes are already closed.
∞∞∞
The ringing of a phone rudely pulls me out of the most wonderful dream where I’m surrounded by every single kind of donut that you can possibly think of, and all kinds of coffee, and I’m not getting full, I’m just munching my way through all of these incredible flavors.
It’s the best dream, and I try to go back to it while I’m still half awake.
“Ty just called, the convoy with The Owner in it got attacked, The Owner has escaped,” Van's voice comes through the speakers of the car.
My eyes fly open as I sit up.
“Whoa,” Reed exclaims, and I realize that I had somehow made way over to him in my sleep, and that he has a drool patch on his shirt where my head was resting.
Whoops.
Not important.
I try to get my brain to kick online and to process what I just heard. Going from fast asleep to wide awake has never been a strong suit of mine, although at least this time I didn’t end up with Betty in my hands.
“Why have you summoned Betty?” Coen asks from the front of the car.
Having no idea when I closed them again, I finally open an eye, just one, because the other one is a lazy bitch and is still asleep, and glance down at my lap.
Sure enough, there’s Betty, she buzzes, and I have to assume that it’s in amusement that I’ve managed to summon her while half asleep again.
Wait.
Does that mean that all of those times that I woke up with her in my hands, or shooting that I wasn’t just grabbing her from the bed next to me?
Another time. I can figure that out another time, because right now there is something a lot more important that I need to focus on.
I disappear Betty, and ask, “Please tell me that was part of the dream I was having, and The Owner has not escaped?”
It’s unlikely, I was dreaming about donuts, and The Owner escaping definitely wasn’t a part of that, but I can hope.
