I winced when I sat down in the driver’s seat of my car. Holy s**t, I missed this. This very particular sort of soreness, and the thrilling sense of secrecy that came with it, now only solidifying my intent even further—if he didn’t come back for me, I would find him.
I knew all of Van’s tricks, at least from before. He couldn’t hide from me.
Erin opened the passenger side door, snapping me back to reality. I drew in a sharp intake of breath and sat up a little straighter. I watched her duck into her seat. Her hair was still braided, but it looked like she’d redone it.
Her hazel eyes met mine. “Target?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, as I hit shuffle on my Music app and shifted the car into reverse, “then we’ll come back here to drop off whatever we buy, and then we’ll walk to Monarch like we did
