“It’s cold as f**k,” Thayer growled, wrapping some fur from a wild animal he had killed around his body and shielding his face from the treacherous winds that burned our bare skin. “Not going to f*****g lie. I wouldn’t be surprised if we found Sina’s real father dead up here.”
I cut my gaze to him and pulled up my hood, the cold searing my ears. While I hoped that Sina’s real father was alive, I didn’t know how anyone could survive here for years by themselves, chained up.
After stopping, Thayer pulled out his phone, which I was surprised still had any battery or service. I hadn’t seen anyone for the past ten hours around here, not even another animal, besides the one he had killed.
“If this map is correct, he should be about a mile farther,” he said, stuffing his phone back into his po
