Harley gasped, his eyes focused on the steering wheel, moving by itself.
“This…this is so cool!”
Connor laughed. “I told you. Just go to sleep. You still look rather drowsy.”
Harley glanced in his direction. “How will the car know where to go?”
“Because my power gets the information from inside your brain. Don’t worry about a thing. We will be fine. Get some shut-eye. I’ll wake you when we reach the library.”
Harley put on such a grateful expression, Connor was both amused and proud. He liked it when he could impress Harley. Most importantly, he loved that he could also be helpful to him.