Chapter 30
Before they’d stepped off the road, back into the woods the man had come from, he had wordlessly expelled the spent casing from his rifle, loaded another bullet into the chamber, and handed the gun to Alistair. She didn’t know if it was to offset their power imbalance, incriminate her in the murder of the man back at the car, or just because the book told him to do it. She took it anyway.
They walked for hours through dense, dark, eerily still forest. She carried the rifle in her hands for a while, until her hands were too cold, then she slid the strap over her shoulder, keeping enough distance to maybe have a chance to grab it if the man turned on her. Her old combat boots had gone soft and soaked through with snow. Icy water sloshed between her toes. She wasn’t sure exactly
