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Two hours into the drive, Elowen was still asleep.
The painkillers had done their job, pulling her under despite the discomfort of the SUV's backseat. She lay curled against my chest, her breathing slow and steady, her wounded leg elevated across the seat on a pile of motel pillows.
I hadn't slept. Couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flames. Heard howls. Smelled blood.
The SUV hummed along the back roads, heading north. The sun was fully up now, blazing through the tinted windows, and the Texas scrubland stretched endlessly in every direction.
Corvin had switched to the other SUV at our last stop, coordinating with the backup team. Thalia was up front now, eyes scanning the mirrors, watching for pursuit. We hadn't seen any sign of House Varen since we'd fled, but that did
