Ashleigh rode in the back of the car. Every tiny bump or dip in the road sent an ache through her back.
“So, how sure are you that you found the way gate?” she asked, trying to distract herself from the pain.
“Well, since our trip, I have paid much more attention to all the noise around me. It’s driving me a little crazy,” Myka said with a soft laugh.
Ashleigh noticed the way Peter’s jaw clenched. Myka was making light of the situation, but she suspected he had been struggling over the past few days.
“But I am definitely getting better at hearing and listening to specific sounds,” Myka continued. “And the undeniable sound among them all is that of the ley line.”
“So, you can hear it here in Winter?” Ashleigh asked.
“It’s faint, but I can feel it. The pulse isn’t just a sound. It’s like a calling. It’s telling me where it is.”
“That’s great,” Ashleigh smiled, then immediately let out a hiss as they drove over another dip in the road.
