บท 162: | A Taste Of The Supernatural

Sara just stared at Ryder as he repeated, "I killed them. Dozens of them. Didn't mean to, but they didn't care. They didn't care that one of their own set me up."

"That's why they're chasing you."

"Yep. That's why they're chasing me."

"But why don't you just explain what happened?"

He glanced over at her for a moment.

"Oh, I did. Trust me. I explained myself a million times over. They don't care. They just want me dead, but I'm not going to let them put me six feet under."

She wasn't sure, but it looked like his grip had intensified on the wheel. His knuckles grew white.

"Starting to understand why I need you? I can't take many more days off this. Clever of him to set me up with a curse that makes me work only during the day when they almost exclusively work when the sun goes down."

Sara sat back.

"That's terrible."

"And what's the deal with you?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"