Farewell Gift
The rest of the drive was spent in unsettled silence, as Damon thoroughly abused the gas pedal and wheel of the car. I wouldn't even be surprised if the tires were going up in smoke from the friction of his speed as we raced across the rough terrain back to Fangborne.
Since Damon was at the wheel, Blaise was in charge of looking out for the path and communicating with Elijah back at Fangborne. I could only watch from the rearview mirror as Blaise's face alternated between pale green and sheet white every couple of minutes, changing as though he was putting up a performance.
On the wheel, Damon's fingers flexed and curled as he observed his twin brother's expressions. Blaise had purposely kept Damon out of the loop — or so I caught from their argument early into the drive — and he was left clueless to the development of the fight at Fangborne so that he could concentrate on driving and not killing us accidentally.