#Chapter 137 Mind Meld

Dominic Lucas could not drive fast enough for me. It was late, the roads dark, but we wasted no time in getting out to the Brooks compound and to see Rae. I didn’t realise how restless I was until Wyatt interrupted my spiraling thoughts. “Sir?” It sounded like a voice from far away until I focused on him. “What?” My voice was gruffer than I expected. “What is it?” “Your leg,” Wyatt said, eyes casting downward. My food had been bouncing on the floor of the car, and had increased to an intense rhythm and force. I was sending small tremors through the car each time. “Sorry,” I said, shifting in my seat and placing hands on my knees. This was the closest I’d felt in a long time to getting Mira back, and my heart and brain were racing out of sync. Rae’s parents looked tired when we arrived, but were gracious hosts nonetheless. We declined refreshments so as not to be a bother. They sat with their daughter on the couch as she excitedly recounted her tale. “He go