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Chapter Twenty Seven

The car’s atmosphere felt tense as they slowly looped around another precarious turn on a narrow pass. Chantal stared ahead, preferring not to glance over the drop-off right beside her window.

“This was a bad idea.”

Dishan fiddled with the windshield wiper settings. “I’m comfortable with the monsoon season, and I’ve grown up on these roads. Relax, I know what I’m doing.” He reached for his water bottle.

Gripping her seatbelt, Chantal nearly climbed onto her seat. “Both hands on the wheel!”

“You sound like my wife.”

“Who obviously cares about living!” Wyatt added from the passenger seat.

Chuckling, Dishan slowed and edged around a boulder. “We do have to watch for mudslides—a pretty common occurrence in this region.”

“Gee, thanks. How long have we been at this?” Chantal asked.

“Fifty minutes. Three hours to go.

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