Chapter 21

As Rook drove one of the pickups that had been stored in a building, we were both silent. My thoughts were all over the place.

His… I had no idea. To be honest, I didn't know what my thoughts were either…what to think, how to feel. Torin was hurt, but….

Then all pretense drained out of me—this was Torin, no matter what he was calling himself. And despite my earlier thoughts, Satan and Torin were one in the same. It was then the tears came.

Yes, Torin had hurt me, lied to me, and deceived me. But right now, none of that mattered, he was hurt, maybe worse.

I didn't know, and that was the bitch of the thing. But whatever his condition, it wasn't good. If Burdock felt it was bad, then it was bad. He was not the type to inflate a situation.

Mind wandering, I turned my head, looking out the side window. A bobbing headlight behind us caught my attention, and as I watched, another appeared, then another, and another, until there were at least a dozen motorcycles behind us.

As they quickly