Nox
My gaze met Charli's only briefly as the policeman guided me into the backseat of his car. Guided was a kind way to say that he pushed. That wasn't my concern. Connecting with the golden-eyed love of my life and making sure she was safely out of Savannah was.
"Go!" I silently willed. "Get out of here. Do it before they suck you back in!" Though the words had never left my lips, I sent them with all the urgency I could muster.
Closing my eyes, I recounted the devastation in her expression and anguish in her tone.
Fuck!
We were so fucking close. Two more minutes and the plane would have been moving. We would have been gone.
Then it hit me. The police knew they couldn't keep Charli or Chelsea here. It was all a sham, a stall.
My shoulders ached at the pressure on my wrists as the police car bounced along the Savannah roads.
I willed my muscles to relax, to not fight the handcuffs. I'd have them off soon enough.