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"Let's ditch him," Peyton suggested. "It wouldn't be so hard. We should just drive off and that will be over and done with."
"That idea is so tempting," Lily mumbled from the back seat.
We were all in a black van, at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. After the little chat with Vittore yesterday, he thought it was best we leave to kill Sante as soon as possible. King was leading the way and being stuck in a car with him the past four hours has been hell. He was an annoying bundle of energy that would never shut up. I got tired of listening to my own accent on his lips.
What irked me more was that Faye found him tolerable. I mean, Faye was a kind and naturing spirit, of course she would like the bloody idiot but that didn't go for the rest of us. I looked out the passenger side window, seeing him buying some snacks from inside the station.