Maybe it's how impossibly fast Caspian is driving or maybe it's the fact that I have finally resigned myself to the fate that sits before me. Either way, it seems driving back to Lotus seems a lot shorter than driving away from it.
Then again, Malachi had detoured us through Colorado to meet with the council. I guess it's possible that it warped my sense of space between Larkspur and Lotus.
I'd taken to the silent treatment after our last conversation. Caspian tried to get information from me, asking and poking at what I may have told the council or what else I had learned from the wolves at Larkspur.
But I ignored him and every hint of anger and frustration that crossed his face was all the sweeter for it.
He sighs again, hands on his hips as he stands in front of me scanning the
