They’re leaned up against each other by their temples, sound asleep. Must be nice. But even if Galen didn’t have to drive, he still wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not with Grom here. Grom, wearing human clothes. Grom, buckled up in an SUV. Grom, cocking his head slightly toward the speaker in his door, trying to listen to the human music without appearing too interested. Grom, who hasn’t said a single word since they left Emma’s house. “She thinks you’re dead,” Galen tells his brother without looking at him. “She thinks she killed you. Why would she think that?” Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Grom glance in his direction. Still, he’s not expecting it when his brother actually answers. “She’s probably blaming herself. For the explosion.” “So, she came to land because of a guilty conscience?” “She was always hoarding the blame for things that weren’t her fault.”
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