About ten minutes after they passed Darkbourne, the black armored Lexus SUV took a right turn, and Damon skillfully navigated a gravel road that snaked between massive sequoias and pine trees that were blocking the afternoon, allowing only occasional thin bright rays to spear through the air and speckle the ground with white dots.
As the drive progressed, gravel became sparser, revealing the hard soil beneath it. Bushes and ferns stretched toward the road, indicating that this road was not frequently used.
Other than the moving car, everything appeared to be still.
Talia opened the window and warm sticky air caressed her cheeks. The humidity was so high that there were puddles on the side of the road even though it didn't rain in days. But she loved it. Wherever she looked, she could see the green untouched nature.
And the best part was her left hand was in Damon's right, their fingers interlaced.
