Chapter Thirty-Three
I’d never really considered the measuring of distance before. In the city, I knew how long it would take me to get from one place to another. I knew how far it was to the domes because my teacher had told me.
But walking down the road toward the Arc Domes, I had no way to measure how far we’d actually gone from the shelter I’d rejected.
I know I’d started to get cold from the wind whipping around the mountains before the slope blocked the tower from view and Mari’s footsteps had started to slow before heavy bootfalls pounded up the road behind us.
I reached for the knife at my waist as I turned toward the sound.
Walsh’s hand grazed my side as he reached for my g*n.
Alec ran toward us.
“Decided we were right?” Harper said.
“A deal’s a deal.” Alec stopped in fron
