Chapter 12
Rayna
I dropped him two blocks from the motel.
It wasn’t a bad place, but it wasn’t great either—two-story brick, faded sign, cars that looked like they worked for a living. The kind of motel where no one remembered your face if you paid in cash and didn’t cause trouble. Afternoon traffic hummed past on the main road. It felt wrong to be back in noise and exhaust after all that green and rain.
I pulled into a space near the side entrance and put the SUV in park. The engine ticked as it cooled. For a second we just sat there, the air between us weirdly crowded.
“You sure about this?” I asked.
“Yes,” Miron said. His voice was quiet but steady. “This is far enough.”
He’d pulled his hood up before I turned onto the city streets, the blanket folded on his lap now. In broad day
