15
My lips were chapped, my butt ached, and there wasn’t a speck of shade in sight. We’d been riding for hours, and the sun stayed motionless high in the cloudless sky. Cade wasn’t kidding about the eternal light being a part of the curse. It was hell out here. If we didn’t get out of this heat soon, the sledgehammer whacking against my temples was going to crack my skull in two.
“I don’t see anything, Lukas. Are you sure the shelter is near?” I squinted, looking out in the distance. No buildings, no animals, not even an insect. There was only the hazy heat swaying over the sand.
“Yep. I stayed there myself. It just over the hill,” he said. “The hunters use the town to store some of their supplies. There’s even water for the horses.”
“Good. The horses are getting tired. They need a res
