THIRTY
SHE STAYED IN THE SHOWER until the water cooled. Styx would have to wait for it to heat up if he wanted one… unless he’d showered somewhere else in the building at the same time.
Clean clothes felt good. They’d stopped at one of those gas station laundry places the previous day… maybe it was the previous previous day. One became another when they were all spent the same way.
Her stomach rumbled. The shower had been refreshing, real food was probably a pipe dream. They’d camped out before, but a fire to cook anything could draw unwanted attention. And what did they have to eat anyway?
Hunting was out of the question. They were out of the way, but not that out of the way. She sure didn’t want rat for dinner.
After towel drying her hair and getting dressed, she went back down the
