Chapter XI
I CAUGHT THE SOUND of a distant helicopter approaching us and froze, dread twisting my stomach. I’d associated the sound of approaching helicopters with death and tragedy ever since my teens when I’d watched M.A.S.H. for the first time. Given my current location was so far off the grid, that incoming buzz couldn’t mean anything good.
I called out to Seth, fear thrumming through me. The sound of blades rotating at high speed sent shivers down my spine and I stepped outside, looking in the direction of the incoming machine.
Seth stopped behind me, his bare chest brushing against my upper arm. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, my apprehension mirrored in his eyes. He’d pressed his lips in a thin line and seemed ready to pounce.
“There’s no way they’re bringing good news
