Draven.
The drive back to the estate was quiet.
Dennis leaned back in the passenger seat, holding his throat, trying to play tough, but I could still hear the rasp in his breathing.
The smudge of blood was like a warning smeared across his collarbone.
I gripped the wheel tighter than necessary. The gravel under the tires cracked and spat as the gates of the estate came into view, half-open as if expecting us.
Two guards stood there, faces alert under the glare of our headlights. They greeted us before I drove into the compound proper.
I pulled the SUV to a smooth stop outside the main house and turned off the engine.
Dennis sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "That was insane."
I didn't answer. A lot of disturbing thoughts were still going through my head at the moment.
We stepped out into the night. Before we made it up the steps, the front door opened and Jeffery stepped out.
He was always waiting when I didn't ask.
