King is still angry. I dont know how to open the door to let this go. I dont like things this way, and it makes me insecure. It bothers him that I dont obey his orders, and I promise myself I will do my best. I dont want someone to die because of me. I also dont know what Ill do if someone needs saving and its dangerous for the little Shadow Warrior.
I groan silently. I dont like this at all.
We run at a much quicker pace than we took when we came here. It will still take three days to get to the outpost because we dont have an airplane picking us up. We sleep two hours the first night, and we start off again. The last thing I would do is complain. We speak little. I cant stop thinking about Ruth and Missy, and I know Beck is as worried as I am.
Three days is a lifetime when those you love are in danger.
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We enter the northern outpost at midnight. Its eerily quiet, and apprehension grips me. Its too quiet.