The night sped past to the beat of classic rock. Katelina watched naked trees and snowy hills fade to towns and back again. Her stomach grumbled and she tried to figure out where they were going. It was ten hours to Oren's den. At the most they had eight hours of darkness.

If Jorick had asked Micah to take her, things must have been very desperate. She leaned her face against the cold window and assured herself again and again that Jorick would be fine. Each time she believed ...