Quinn’s head bowed as she silently said a few words of prayer, even though it was something she’d rarely done before. Right then, she really hoped Zach had somewhere to go beyond this plane, and he had a chance to experience something other than the brief and brutal life he’d lived here. Beside her, Julian’s nostrils flared as he relentlessly searched the night. Quinn lifted her head to look at the shifting sand of the dunes around them. She was convinced something menacing lurked behind every cactus or rock outcropping on the horizon, maybe multiple somethings, but nothing came at them. “We have to feed and get back,” Julian said. Melissa lifted her head from where she was drawing a small cross into the sand at the head of the grave. “We’ll leave you.” “No,” Julian replied. “I’ll find something and bring it back. Splitting up while we’re in the middle of nowhere is not a good idea.”
