The figure stood maybe twenty feet away. It was just standing there, not moving.
My breath fogged the window. I couldn't look away.
"David," I whispered.
He saw it too. His hand went to the door handle. "Stay in the truck."
"David, don't—"
But he was already out, sliding from the driver's seat into the dark. I watched him move around the front of the truck, his hands out, showing he wasn't a threat.
The figure didn't move.
I cracked my door open. The cold air hit me again. I heard David's voice, low and careful.
"We're not looking for trouble. Our truck died. We're just passing through."
There was silence, then we heard a young female's voice.
"You're Clara."
I froze.
The figure stepped closer, into a patch of moonlight.
It was Anya.
She looked different..She was no longer th
