Eighteen
Luke couldn’t remember ever being this cold. It drilled through his gear and plucked at his face with icy fingers as he struggled after Donovan through the waist-deep snow. The world, his world, had narrowed to two goals—keeping Donovan in view and taking the next step. If he just focused on those two goals, he’d make it. Outside of that was everything else. His fears for Amelia and the cold that dug through layers of clothing and skin.
He’d insisted on being partnered with Donovan. He was their point man and the one who knew where Amelia was. Obviously, he was the guy to be with when they hit the camp.
Huge mistake.
The guy wasn’t human. Didn’t seem to feel the cold. Or tired. If he felt fear, it didn’t show. He didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. Went over, under or around. Whatev
