Anton had no choice but to stop at the first motel he saw on our way to the next town. He slowed down and turned to the parking lot.
At five in the afternoon, we could still see the Lake Green Motel signboard easily. It was a two-floor motel, and from the outside, we could all guess that there were only six rooms available.
“That’s one creepy hotel, Daddy,” Sophie whispered as she looked at the place.
“This is better than being eaten alive by Skinwalker, whatever that is,” Anton said, stopping the car. He unfastened his seatbelt and looked at me. “Ashriel, don’t you have other clothes?”
I wanted to tease Anton that my clothes are heaven’s top-of-the-line clothes, but I chose to shake my head.
“When we get home, we’ll go shopping,” he said, rolling his eyes at me as he opened his
