[Lucien]
When we got back in the car, Bellamy sat in my lap. She wouldn’t answer any questions. She didn’t try to kiss or cuddle me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. It seemed like she was processing. Maybe thinking of who could have killed that rogue. They could have killed all of us.
Through the entire drive, Bellamy didn't move. She barely blinked. Her scent started fading and I heard her heartbeat slow. Dillon sat on my left and Drake drove with Randy in the passenger's seat.
"Don't worry. She's planning. Bellamy uses this as a deep meditation sometimes. She'll be fine. Just, don't try slapping her. She dislocated every joint in Hollis' arm when he did that." Dillon chuckled.
"How long will she be like this?" I asked.
"Dunno. No one does. Sometimes it's an hour, so
