Sons of Discord Preview #1 · 3:52am Jan 28th, 2016
"Got some water?" I asked.
Scoots reached towards the front seats and grabbed a soda drink we had gotten from a gas station earlier. I quickly drank not because I was thirsty, but because my throat was painfully parched. After a few swallows, my voice had come back to full strength.
"We messed up didn't we? I mean, how did they know we were coming?" I said.