Chapter

"Always," I said. For a moment, he didn't react at all, just continued to stare at me with a strange look upon his face and I freefall panicked, thinking he knows, he knows, but then it was gone, replaced with a smile that danced all the way up to his eyes. "Endlessly," he replied, before climbing up into the bus, leaving me with nothing but the cold night air that swiftly swept in and enveloped me in a chill that rendered my heart numb and an awful sinking sensation niggling away in my stomach. Clambering into the driver's seat of the old Jag, I watched the bus in front spurt out a plume of black exhaust fumes as he started the engine

and I inhaled deeply, breathing in the strangely comforting smell of the leather interior and the musky scent of Josiah who had slid into the passenger seat beside me.