Chapter 333 The Miles

• The crusty gates of Montserrat Ice Prison clanged open with a heavy metallic groan, releasing a single prisoner into the pale afternoon light.
• Annika walked beside him. She guided the way towards the waiting Bugatti parked just beyond the perimeter.
• Tyler now wore a t-shirt, a leather jacket, and trousers, courtesy of the Salvatore household. A sharp chill was building up from the lingering northern winds, and the distant hum of rebuilt city traffic drifted faintly across the barren stretch of road.