Our fleet of vans shot toward the bridge ahead, and my pulse picked up.
“No ambush this time please,” I murmured, staring at the bridge like an eagle, ready to leap out of the van at any time. If someone bombed this bridge, we’d all plunge into the water far beneath.
“Relax. We’ve got it all covered,” White said. “Our warriors are patrolling the area.”
I didn’t relax, but I let out a breath of relief when our fleet passed over the bridge and it remained standing. It seemed that with Jason, I had better luck.
As the sky brightened, the lake turned out to be the bluest water I’d ever seen. Behind the lake were colorful mountains. The sudden serenity almost felt surreal after a hard battle.
“The west has its own laws and rules,” White continued. “No supernaturals or humans dominate Utah
