Zubair opened the throttle and let the truck eat highway.
Perdition had vanished behind the trees like it had never existed out of fairy tales anyways. There were no roads, no tire prints, nothing to suggest that there was even a highway side exit there.
Nothing.
But there was good news, too. There were no riders in the mirrors, no dust trail chasing them. Just clean, empty lanes and the white glare of a sky with a sun that refused to budge.
Luci sprawled across the back bench with his chin on Sera's knee, tongue lolling in pure dog-laziness.
Elias had the map out but didn't bother pretending that it meant anything more than comfort.
Lachlan drummed a knuckle pattern on the back of Elias's seat until Alexei pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Since the sun's a liar now," Alexei murmured, his eyes on the horizon, "we need keep track of our own time. It's how we did it back in the old country when the sun refused to set."
