Coal

I managed to crash for about an hour before heading it out. It wasn't much sleep, but at this point, every little bit helped.

Ryder was already waiting for me in the truck, head reclined back, eyes closed. The snarling bass beat of some metal song pounded through the earbuds connected to his phone.

There was no movement to his body. I wasn't sure he was even awake. Rather than startle him with my physical presence, I reached through our mind-link.

I'm here.

Yeah, I know. Came his ...