Under the stars
The car stopped in the parking lot of a roadside motel. Cianus had already set, while Aurus was just beginning to disappear behind the mountains on the horizon, thus coloring the sky a deep red — a promise of good weather for the following day.
Althea had alternated Leto at the wheel more or less an hour earlier, after he had been driving non-stop for three hours since they had resumed their journey. None of them had been keen on speaking after the tragic events of Trevìe, although the woman would have liked to know how the reporter had managed to make her skip the Army Captain’s annoying and uncomfortable questions.
“Are you really sure we should stop here?” She asked, turning the engine off.
“We are about twenty kilometers from Bluenta and it’s almost night,” Leto rep
