Page 3 of Ride Forever

He had a vulnerable glint in his eyes, and Chaser was never vulnerable. That was how I knew he was telling me the truth. He believed I needed to grieve my murderous, psychopathic father. I believed I should’ve fired sooner. The point was, Chaser was right. This time, we needed to plot. The Hollow Men weren’t the prior version of Fortitude we fought at the cabin.

“Fine,” I said. “We do it your way. We plan.”

His eyes narrowed.

“And don’t you dare talk to me about him again,” I added, my lip curling. “I hope they left him out in the sun to rot.”

Chaser nodded and glanced at the sky. “Either way, you need to get out of the sun.”

“I hope that wasn’t a metaphor because I’m all out of patience for thinly veiled attacks on my personal decisions.”

“Dehydration is known to turn people into raging bitches,” he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and let his neck go before I actually throttled him. Backing away, I screwed up my face.

“Are you coming?” I asked, beckoning Chaser to follow. “There’s no time to waste. We’ve got to start planning our forever, you know.”