Chapter 19
After stopping at a motel in the mountains to catch up on our sleep, we’d driven for sixteen hours straight to Montana. Dorian, the brothers and I had taken driving in shifts. Mari and Amber didn’t have licenses, so they had taken the roles of navigator and DJ, respectively. Most of us were happy with Amber’s club-style musical choices, although Dorian was less than enthused. I assumed he would have preferred some traditional Viking dirges, or perhaps just some good old-fashioned rock.
It was well past sunset when we finally rolled into Timber Valley. Military-style roadblocks were already in place, forcing me to stop before actually entering the main part of town. I could just barely make out the quintessentially quaint white steeple of a church in the distance as I rolled do
