The clock on the dashboard showed that it had taken us more than an hour just to go that far, a journey that usually only took fifteen minutes, if that. It looked like I hadn’t been too out of line in saying this little trip of ours might consume most of the day.
But so far it seemed that, despite the deep snow, if I just maintained a steady pace of fifteen or twenty miles an hour, the Cherokee would keep chugging away and not give me too much trouble. I had plenty of gas; Jace had helped me siphon a bunch on our last trip to town, and so that was one thing at least I didn’t have to worry about.
Evony lifted one of the bottles of water. “Want some?”
I nodded, but didn’t take my eyes off the road as she untwisted the cap and handed it to me. A long pull at the water told me how thirsty I
