Chapter 417

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• Zara grew tired and sat down. The night folded over the day soon enough. The insects began to chirp all around, causing her to wake up. Her eyes darted around anxiously. There was pitch-black darkness. Hunter’s shadow showed on the drawn blinds of the window in the van. He was whistling inside as something— judging by the smell, steak— sizzled on the flames.
• She cast a wary gaze around. She felt like she was being watched. Pressing herself against the tree, she tried not to look around. Suddenly a flash of white passed to her left. It was rapid and so subtle that it could be mistaken for illusion. But it happened again.