Chapter 72

Syria’s POV

I didn’t know how long we’d been driving, but when the car finally stopped, it felt like I’d been holding my breath the entire time.

The tires crunched to a halt on the dry gravel road, and everything went quiet.

“Why are we stopping?” I asked, doing my best to sound calm. My heart, though, was racing like it knew something I didn’t.

Not peaceful-quiet. Just tense, unnatural quiet, the kind that made your skin prickle.

I glanced at Bennett from the corner of my eye, trying to read