They kept driving for several long minutes that seemed like it would never end, and Jean couldn't help but wonder if Scarlett had been awake while they drove her though this fucking dirt road that made his insides groan and moan in disgruntled discomfort as they hit pot-hole after pot-hole. He wondered how she had felt. If they had done anything to hurt her. And his jaw tightened, his teeth clenching in anger as he drove along behind Keenan.
He would kill every last one of them if there was a single scratch on her body by the time he got to her.
But the sun was setting already, it's orange hues basking the trees he could see in the distance in a beautiful glow as they swayed serenely in the breeze. How could someone so vile live in a place so beautiful and peaceful? Well besides the road anyways.
Jean's in-ears crackled and Keenan's voice came through.
