Chapter 133

• DARRAGH'S POV
• By dawn, Mom and I were back on the road. The truck’s headlights cut through the mist that clung to the fields, throwing pale beams across the damp gravel. A single suitcase rested in the back seat, packed with the bare essentials. She’d tried to take more, but I’d convinced her that traveling light was safer. The less trace she left, the better.
• The protection rune Elena had carved into her shoulder was still fresh, still angry red under her shirt. I could tell she was favoring that side, shifting carefully so she wouldn’t pull at the scar. Even without seeing it, I knew it burned. The witch had warned us it would for days.