"Hello? Waylon?"
13. Theyâve just been attacked
Waylon winces as he shifts his arm to press his phone closer against his ear. He sighs at the sound of Miles' voice. [ Hello? Shite, Miles? Fuck, are you alright, mate? ] He asks, his words wavering at the pain that's crawling up through his leg.
[ I didn't think they'd fucking find us. ] Waylon laughs humorlessly, his voice cracking in worry and exhaustion.










