Chapter 73

• The Eastern Metro’s chill this month could freeze a man solid. Neither Bellamie nor Gala had the slightest intention of stepping out of their warm, wooden cabin. The fireplace burned steadily, filling the room with comforting heat. Thanks to the supplies Dice had brought, they could survive here for months. Outside, the wind howled loud and fiercely, shaking the walls and hinting at the storm it carried.
• It had been three days since they arrived.
• Ever since his mother had woken from her collapse, she hadn’t been the same. Her expression was laced with sadness, her eyes dimmed by shock and disbelief. She looked like someone still trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t quite escape. Gala had wanted to ask her about it—but Dice had gently stopped him.