The first half of the walk goes quickly. The air is still a little brisk for mid-spring, so I put some pep in my step. The very last stretch of road is completely dark and empty. No cars. No pedestrians. And the whole block of streetlights is burned out.
I can see the gold pot at the end of the rainbow, though: Sunset Motel written in bright pink neon on the sign at the far intersection.
I’m almost home. I’m almost safe.
I’m halfway down the darkened block when that familiar feeling strikes me again. The one I haven’t been able to soothe since we got here three days ago.
Eyes on me in the darkness.
Shadows close on my heels.
But when I whirl around, there’s no one. I’m all alone out here.
“Get a grip, Arya,” I scowl. I brush my hair out of my face with my free hand, then turn back t
