“You do that,” Race growled at his back, moving forward, his head lowered like he was going to charge.
Taz caught his arm, keeping him with her, and we all waited until they were farther down the hill, out of earshot.
“Race.” Cross jerked his head in the opposite direction.
Race nodded, running a hand over his face. The bags under his eyes showed his exhaustion. Taz started to go with, but Cross shook his head. “Just him. Sorry.”
She let go of his hand, staying put.
Cross led the way. Race was second in line. I brought up the rear.
Once we got to another clearing on the trail he’d picked, Cross turned around. We couldn’t wait around either, so he spoke quickly. “What was that about?”
“Drake and me?”
“The explosions.”
“Oh.” Race deflated. “That was my fault. I was supposed to pass
