Chapter 32

• Amari looked at the gas gauge and then in the mirror for the tenth time. Their catch of the day was still out cold. Had she been out that long? She didn’t think so. Her shifter metabolism burned faster, but this poor sap in the back seat had a lot of normal DNA in him.
• She looked over at Tripp, “we need to get gas soon. How much further?” Her nerves were tight, they’d been driving for a little over an hour and Tomas’ people would come looking soon.
• Tripp grabbed her phone from the cup holder and looked at it. He hadn’t talked much the entire drive. He tapped the screen and looked at it, “it’s around here.”