Liz thought the distance would have been greater. All this time, Zeke and his people had been so close to Carreon but hidden. It was now dark, the moon fat, drizzling its silver rays over the stark landscape. Warm, dry air poured through the van’s vents, blowing Liz’s hair and tee. Her palms continued to sweat, forcing her to keep wiping them on her jeans. From behind, there weren’t any lights from vehicles. Not that she’d been worried about anyone following her, except for the man she’d healed. This road was as inaccessible to the average person as Zeke’s stronghold had once been to her clan. Had he, Jacob and their men managed to fight off Carreon’s lieutenants? Were they still shooting it out? Had Zeke been— An anguished sound poured from Liz. She dug her thumbnails into the steering wheel, ordering herself to concentrate on her driving, not to think about Zeke getting hurt. He was a smart man who knew how to take care of himself—a freaking warrior built for battle.
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