My phone buzzes in the console tray just as I notice Jack-Eye has finally shut up. He's slumped in the passenger seat with his arm half-covering his face, probably thinking I can't tell he's still awake. His breathing isn't even close to sleep rhythm.
I glance down at the notification, swiping to read Grace's message.
[GRACE: Made it to the spot. We're alive. Also... no water…]
I swipe a quick reply.
[LYRE: Why didn't you fill the tank before you left? Fresh water tank connection's right next to the city water.]
[GRACE: Uhhhhh... oops?]
A snort escapes before I can stop it. Endearing little disaster. At least she's safe for now.
The truck hits a pothole the size of a small child, and Jack-Eye's head jolts up. He groans, reaching for the dashboard to steady himself. "Could you not text and drive?"
