Wyatt...I couldn’t believe it. How far had I already gone? Three, four miles? His skin was lighter, most likely due to fatigue. He was sweating like he ran a marathon. Then again, he might as well have.
“Your hair's a mess,” he pointed out, even though he himself looked like he woke up in a barn. Yet I found myself running my fingers through my disheveled, unkempt hair. Wyatt squinted at it, then spoke again, “Was your hair always that light of a brown?”
“How about you stop trying to distract me?” I interrupted.
“Right. I guess you’re not really in the mood,” he apologized.
“What are you doing here?” My stern face should already tell him that I will not go home.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, still trying to catch a second wind.
“Isn’t my answer obvious?”
Wyatt’s face twisted in confusion. “Answer to what? And damn, you need to cheer up a little bit, buddy.”
“Cheer up?” my jaw clenched in rage. “How do you expect me to do that?”
Wyatt frowned, “You can be happy that your best buddy is here.”
“Why would that make me happy? You want me to come home, but I’m not going to.”
His eyes lit up, and for a moment, he stared at me. Instantly, his lips extended to his cheeks, and he laughed so hard I was sure it sounded a bit fake, “You think I came to bring you home?”
It was what any sane person would do, right? Try and bring their friend home? Is that not instinctual? “If you’re not here to bring me back to Old Tenebris,” I raised an eyebrow, “then what the hell are you doing here?”
His smile was so wide that it could split his face apart, “I’m coming with you!”
No. There was no possible way he could come with me. “What about your grandmother? You want me to be a higher priority than her?”
Wyatt’s teeth vanished behind his lips once again, “Grandma was the one who sent me in the first place.” He dug in his pocket for something, “Where is it?”
“Where is what?” I asked.
“The...ah, here it is,” Wyatt said, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his pants, “Grandma wanted me to give this to you.”