Chapter 37

The trip down the road was a short one, but an uneasy one. Tall trees hung dark and heavy over both sides of the roadway and beyond those trees, and even with a bit of light still in the sky, the darkness seemed impenetrable. I feel like I should be holding a basket and wearing a hood,Matthew thought. A little red riding hood.

Beside him, Gavin snorted a laugh.

“Stay out of my head,” Matthew mumbled, but there was a smile on his face when he said it. He considered Lyle’s annoyance over Rafe knowing what was to come and wondered over it for a minute or two. Now that he was getting used to it, he kind of liked knowing somebody could hear the thoughts he wasn’t comfortable with saying aloud. It was oddly intimate, and tossing a thought or two was a lot less work than having to come up with conversation. The exchange was natural and unstilted—if a person could consider something like that natural.