Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve got more of Hawk’s story here, picking up right where we left off last week.
“I was kind of hoping you could tell me that,” Wraith said. “Has your father ever worked with a partner?”
“Not that I’m aware of, and it still wouldn’t make any sense as to why they would want to save me, since that would mean they wouldn’t get the money for finishing the contract.”
“You’re right,” Wraith said, still studying the helmet. “It doesn’t make a lot of sense, but of course, I’m very grateful for it.”
So was I, and something kept niggling at the back of my mind. If my head wasn’t throbbing so much, I might have even been able to bring it forward, but it was too much effort, so I let it go. I could feel Damon’s hand on my arm still, and I glanced over at him.
Is there a partner? Or is there some other explanation? What’s going to happen next?