Chapter 21 ~ December 24 Visitor’s HoursKenna drove the heavy Mercedes through the snow drifts, trying to avoid the curbs, following the flashing lights of the ambulance. The blizzard had sucked all the light out of the sky; even though it was barely five, it was fully dark. She hunched over the steering wheel, squinting into the blinding reflection of snow in her headlights.
The storm didn’t care about Christmas Eve. Weather didn’t care about the creatures—both human and beast—who would die tonight as the storm ground everything in its path to frozen dust. The wind rocked the car.
Kenna parked and struggled to get across the parking lot, bent against the wind. She was cold and tired and, well, there was a fair bit of oxy in her system. All she wanted was to curl up on the sofa with her
