Piper's Point of View
I hated f*****g driving when I was in a hurry, I hated the pretence of being a human stuck in a tin box behind a steering wheel. This trip would take me almost three times as long in a car than it would running cross country. But I'd had to take the car because I couldn't leave it at Morgans and then claim that I'd still managed to get back to my home without it.
Right now I was stopped at a red light, banging my hands against the steering wheel with impatience. I looked at my phone for the hundredth time and became more impatient when I still had nothing from Jessica! I couldn't mind link her which meant she was either blocking, and man did I hope that was the case, because she'd decided to run off and hide rather than face me or she was incapacitated with silv
