The journey felt like it was lasting an eternity. But we had ditched Marc’s car, he said, for an additional safety measure, so if Miles managed to get on our tails he’d at least be looking for the wrong car. Something I don’t think I’d ever have considered in a bid to escape. Evidently, Marc was better skilled at this sort of thing than me. But as things were, the car ride was now calm and Marc seemed at ease, which told me things were likely good.
If he seemed on edge, which he had at the beginning, then I knew we had to worry. He had taken it upon himself to be the sole protector for Morgan and me right now, and he had been frequently reassuring Asher on the phone that he would be taking care of us before we cut the call.