Raquel
There are tons of winter homes out here. Cabins and lodges and villas for the fancy rich elites of the world. I drive for at least two hours before we come across a cabin out in the middle of the forest. It’s quiet and secluded, surrounded on all sides by snow and mountains and evergreens. Judging by the blanket of undisturbed snow, lack of tracks, and the blacked-out windows, I assume the place is empty.
Perfect.
I kill the engine the second I pull up, peering cautiously past the windshield to look for any signs of life. There are none. This is the perfect place to rest and recuperate. And deal with… the rest later.
“The front lock looks old,” I murmur, mostly to myself. “It should be a breeze to— Gabriel?”
Beside me, Gabriel is as still as the dead. For a second, panic grips
