Chapter 83

Althaia

I could feel myself growing more anxious the closer we were. The gun tucked behind my back did little to ease my nerves. The idea of having to use the gun to defend myself didn’t sit well, but I knew it was a necessary precaution. I was not a killer; the trauma of what I had done still haunted me. The image of the man’s bloodied face lingered in my mind.

I took a deep breath, forcing down the rising nausea.

“Hey… hey, you’re going to be fine.” Michael glanced at me and took my hand in his as I kept tapping my hand against my thigh in uneasiness.

“I don’t know… I’m starting to think it’s a mistake. What if something happens?” I rambled on, sharing my fears with him instead of keeping them to myself.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Trust me.” He gave my hand a small squeeze, but I still wondered if we should have brought extra protection with us.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, I checked the side mirror, trying to