Running her hand over her mussed hair, she stretched in the backseat, which was a little awkward since there wasn’t much room. Johnny was curled against her, his head resting on her lap, buried beneath the pale yellow blanket Mackenzie had made for him. The car rumbled beneath her, a comforting sensation for it meant they were putting many miles between them and where Grant had last manifested. When they’d fled the bungalow, they had decided to travel toward San Antonio, then follow I-37 into South Texas. Grant had planned to take a path that would have taken Mackenzie and him south of Houston toward Corpus Christi, so it seemed only wise to avoid that area. “Where are we?” Mackenzie asked, cocking her head to look out the windows. “We’re on 1604, heading southwest. Circling San Antonio right now,” Lucas answered. He sipped hot coffee and the silver rings on his hand glittered as he lifted the cup to his lips. “How you doing?” Mackenzie could see Lucas’s eyes checking the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of her.
