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3 FARRAH Whose idea had it been to avoid main roads and walk through the forest? The snow didn’t bother me, nor did the cold, but the distance, the damn time it took to cross the woods on foot was ridiculous. I had been walking for over a day, making sure to cover my tracks so Daleigh, or anyone else couldn’t find me. But this was too much. I veered toward one of the less used highways, intend on hitchhiking, or even stealing—borrowing—a car so I could get to the nearest international airport faster. My plan was to go to Europe. I doubted having an entire ocean among us would stop Prince Lark, or even Daleigh, from coming after me, but it should make it harder. I hoped. The highway was more deserted than I expected. I reached it, halted beside it, and waited for a car to drive by. Non