#Chapter249 New Mexico

"We can hyper speed, get as far as we can and if it looks like the birds are taking us further and it's getting dark, we come back and call it off until morning. It's not like we're incapable of holding off a vamp or two. We are bad ass bitches, Chica, we can hold our own for a short stretch of running." Meadow seems amused by my reluctance, talking to me as though I'm her child and continues to squeeze my hand as though coaxing a toddle. I glare at her and try so hard to remind myself that I am the one who's meant to...