Chapter 27
Brea glanced at the gas gauge. It hovered dangerously close to empty, the needle barely a hairline above the “E.” Her stomach dropped. “We can’t make it like this,” she muttered. She knew the road ahead was long, and there was no way they’d get far on fumes. A wave of frustration washed over her, mixing with the dull ache in her muscles. Her neck stung and felt swollen where the bite had been, and the wounds along her side and arms throbbed in unison. The drizzle falling against the windshield couldn’t soothe her body’s constant, gnawing pain. She bit her lip and reached out to adjust the rearview mirror, ensuring nothing followed them. The road ahead was dark, and she couldn’t risk stopping anywhere until they found a safe place, but they weren’t going to make it much longer at this r
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