Walking out to the car, I'm snuggled into Callahan's side. He and the guys are joking around, and Faylinn is walking next to us. The parking lot was pretty full when we got here, so we had to park in the back. Today and this evening were much needed. It was nice to get out and breathe for a bit.
We're all standing in front of the truck when the unmistakable click of several guns being c****d makes my hair stand on end.
"Don't do anything stupid," a rough, deep voice says as we all turn toward the tree line at the back of the truck. Several men step out of the shadows holding automatic rifles aimed at us.
The man closest to us is clearly Hispanic with dark brown eyes, short-cropped black hair, and a scar that runs from the corner of his right eye in a curve to the middle of his c
