Page 58 of Depths of Destruction

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She smiles. "Yeah."

Envy rips through me. I hate the fact I have to rely on this guy right now.

"Okay, then. You know where the paper and pens are. Go write down what you need."

She's been here a lot.

The stirring of bitterness in my gut is something I'm not used to.

Darien points to me. "He needs more than his Rambo gear."

Naomi puts her hand over her mouth and stifles her smile.

You've got to be kidding me."You, too?"

He shrugs. "Sorry, man. Calling it how I see it."

Naomi leaves the room.

Our eyes lock. I say, "Thank you for helping."

"I'll do anything to help Naomi. Make sure nothing happens to her."

"I will."

"Where did you get the truck?"

"We found a cabin in the woods last night and broke in. The truck was outside."

"So it's stolen?"

I cringe. "Sounds so bad."

He holds his hand up. "I'm not judging you. I'll open the garage. Best if you put it inside."

I nod and go outside. After I pull the truck in, he shuts the door.

"Shit," I groan.

"What?"

"We still have to go to Omoa."

"Why?"

"If we don't tell my friend in Omoa where we are going, Malin won't know where to bring Emilia."

"What's Emilia got to do with this?"

"Gómez's thugs kidnapped her, too."

His eyes widen. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah. Malin is bringing her."

"To Omoa?"

"Yes. Then wherever we are."

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