Chapter 68

A glance over his shoulder showed Bree keeping pace with them. Adam sat behind her, eyes shut behind his glasses, face pale as if he were going to be sick. She leaned low over the handlebars, edging them forward, and Adam seemed to tower over her, almost too large for the small bike. Court had an image of a trained bear perched on a unicycle at the circus and laughed. The wind whipped the sound from his throat, tossing it away as the tarmac disappeared beneath their wheels.