Malachi and I avoid the topic of Caspian and his Lotus pack for the rest of the drive. Instead, he suggested we play twenty questions to pass the time. It's a light conversation which, I think, after the night and last few hours we've had, is something that we really needed.
It was nice not to have to really think for a while. That is to say, though, Caspian and his pack never really left my mind, the worry and doubt still sat there in the back, nagging at me like a song you can't get out of your head. But they were easy to avoid when I was arguing with Malachi about why black licorice is disgusting or how the Twilight books were infinitely better than the movies.
And I stand by that.
"Any tattoos or piercings?" I ask when it's my turn. I hadn't seen any piercings on his face, but the r
