Almost exactly thirty minutes after our short break, I saw the cabin appear up ahead.
As we were approaching our first destination, I opened my bag to inspect Damian's clothing. Sure enough, I found a six inch switchblade in his pocket.
I took it out and tucked it in the bottom of my bag. I didn't want to have to use it, either, but I sure wasn't giving it to him.
We reached the cabin, and I leapt off of Damian's back. It wasn't raining hard here, but we were both drenched from earlier and were exhausted.
“Thank goodness we're here," I said. “Are we going in?" I got Damian's clothes out of my bag and dropped them near him. I wasn't sure if he had shifted yet.
When I heard his voice, I knew he was getting dressed. “Yes. Let's get changed here," he said. “We have a car nearby, and this
