From the backseat of the car, I groaned at Ollie’s words. Luke’s grip tightened on the wheel, but he didn’t take his eyes off the snowy road to Campbell Airstrip, where Hatter had left the bush plane. Hatter just stared out the window. He’d barely looked at me since the time we’d spent together right before Ollie came crashing into the warehouse with Ghost. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal—we had bigger things going on—but his silence jabbed at me like a tiny stone in the bottom of my shoe. “What do you mean?” Luke asked as the tension in the car ratcheted up a few notches. We all held our breaths because Ollie was a wild card these days. “The first night I went out to talk to Hex, when you were attacked, he gave me an ultimatum.” Luke shot her a darting glance, and I leaned forward to see her face. She was cradling her burnt hand in her lap. I’d put some ointment on it and wrapped it for her. It would probably scar since she’d gone off into the woods without telling me about it first, but at least it wouldn’t get infected, not under my watch.
