Wolfe takes the driver's position in our car and I climb into the back with Nova, desperate to get some sleep.
"Are you okay to drive?" I ask him as he pulls onto the road, the other vehicles lining up behind him. Wolfe has the only vehicle with working headlights. Dolly fixed them for him before we left Sanctuary, which allows us to drive more easily at night.
"Fine," he says gruffly.
I know that's the best I'm going to get, so I fall silent. I lean my back against the passenger window and pull Nova onto my lap. We drag a blanket on top of us and snuggle. The heat of her body chases away the sting of failure.
I hope that Sheela will be okay. She's smart and resourceful. Malachi wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of collecting her if he was going to hurt her. It's small comfort, since I don't know the guy beyond what I'd heard from the rebels.