Shadows In Durango

Chapter 85

*****Daryl's POV*****

I grab my car keys, feeling antsy now with knowing that Vincent and Sofia would be back home tonight.

I had unwillingly offered to pick them both up from the airport to which I was now fully regretting with dread for how awkward it might be...

But with my own feelings put aside, there were far more serious threats at hand and I knew that Vincent wouldn't have called me unless he was truly concerned about it either.

I walk down the hall in search of Reid and Emma, eventually finding them out in the back garden with hot drinks and blankets as they sit under the moon together.

If I hadn't have been in such a pissy mood this week, I would have cackled at the sight of Reid like this, wrapped up in a fluffy lilac blanket holding the warm mug between both hands... he was a sight for sore eyes and I just knew that Vincent would have tore him apart by now for this!

As though reading my mind since I had probably stared through him for far too long at this point, his eyes narrow in on me, presenting a 'don't even think about it' look as my lips pull upwards in to a knowing smirk.

"Cosy?" I all but say, earning a grumble from Reid as Emma glances at me in confusion.

"Very!" She chimes, smiling as I nod once and enjoy every last second of Reid's embarrassment.

"I'm leaving to pick them up, we shouldn't be too long." I inform them both, as Emma's eyes seem to light up at the mention of Sofia being home soon.

"Great, we will wait up!" She smiles brightly, as Reid takes another drink from his mug which causes me to chuckle this time before I walk off.

Despite being in a terrible mood, I knew that I would have my laugh about this later, that was for sure!

I head out in to the driveway, the cool night air doing nothing to ease the tension building up in my chest. My car's headlights flash as I unlock it, and I climb inside, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before starting up the engine. The hum of the engine is steady, but my thoughts are anything but...

It wasn't just about picking up Vincent and Sofia - it was about everything that had gone down between us only days ago which all resulted exactly as I had feared - with putting Sofia in danger!

Sofia leaving with him, and now, whatever mess Vincent had gotten himself into was all working hand in hand to make me more pissed off and yet,

things were between us: messy, complicated, and never fully

at night, giving me time to think as I made my way

opposed to texting when she was spending time with Vincent. But seeing her tonight? I wasn't sure how that would go. Would things feel different between us? Would she look

came into view, I pulled into the short-term parking area, killing the engine and leaning back in

quickly retrieve my phone, sending my location to Vincent, watching it show as 'delivered' which

like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders

I open the door to step out, and for a second, our eyes met. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and I wasn't sure if I wanted

Vincent greeted as they approached, his voice level but

I nodded at both of them, trying to keep things casual. "Let's go

trunk, feeling the awkwardness settle in as

the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all

all piled into the car. Vincent took the front seat without a word, leaving

the car thick enough to cut with a knife. It wasn't until we were halfway back

talk when we get back," he said, his tone serious, eyes remaining fixed straight

whatever he had to say. But I knew one thing for sure: something was brewing,

from your father?" I question, trying to keep my words curt not knowing how

clever, then he would have left out the scary

when we landed." Vincent all but responds, clearly telling me with his tone that he wasn't willing to discuss it

why, and silently agreed with the

was wrapped in tense silence, broken only by the hum

quietly in the back, her head resting against the window, eyes closed, though I could tell she wasn't asleep. Her stillness made me uneasy, and I wondered

controlled than usual, like he was holding back

recognise when he was on edge, and tonight, he was teetering

weight in the car lifted slightly, though not by much. I killed the engine and stepped out, helping with their bags