Chapter 17October 13, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
Weariness had soaked into Stefan’s bones. Ahead red taillights bounced along the dirt road that Ravyn said led to the cabin where the two suspect witches were hiding out. When he was younger he might have been excited. Now he just wanted a bed. Any bed.
It didn’t look like sleep would come to any of them soon. And he doubted that Ravyn’s nap had really been that refreshing. What she’d told them about the dream, the nightmare, really, was incredible.
And on camera they had the flames flowing across her hands, scorching the blanket. Hardly visible, but Craig had assured him that they had good footage of it. And Roan backed him up.
Good enough.
Those lights ahead, that was Ravyn’s Outback. Lockwood was with her. Stefan sat in the back seat
