13
Orion led me outside with our boxes in our hands. The gray sky hinted at snowfall and a blustery wind blew past us.
I cringed and wrapped my free arm around me. “I don’t think we’re going to find anything at the highway. Not after this long.”
He turned to me and tapped the side of his nose. “Don’t underestimate the power of the nose. I’m not the local hunter for nothing.”
“You told me you helped people find things,” I commented as we walked down the street in the direction of the motel. “Is it people?”
“Among other things,” he told me.
“What about paths leading out of the area?” I wondered.
He paused and turned to me with a frown. “Mab told you to stop having those thoughts.”
I shrugged. “A girl’s gotta have a goal in life.”
“And that goal is to leave here?” he guessed.
