Twenty-Eight
Piper Powell
We couldn’t spend three days in bed. However much the both of us might have wanted to. I woke in the middle of the night to hear Ransom stirring beside me. He sat next to me, with bed sheet half covered, clearly in the process of getting up to go somewhere. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Following a lead,” he answered. He was using his gruff, gravely Bombtastic voice. The one that said that he was a man on a mission.
I stood up with the comforter wrapped around my waist. “Take me with you.”
“Piper---”
“You promised me we would do this together. What happened to the EVOS is as much my fight as it is yours.”
“But you might not like where the fight takes us.”
“Well, that’s for me to find out. Not for you to put a stop to.
