Chapter 241

Jacob's Perspective The low, steady rumble of the engine was the only comforting thing left in the world. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the grey interstate stretching ahead. In the rearview mirror, the ruins shrank rapidly, finally vanishing behind the rolling horizon. It was over. For us, at least. The monster in Brett's skin, its bloody accounts with the witches, the Hunters, and every other scavenger drawn to the stink… they could sort it out themselves. I didn't give a damn anymore. We had our answer—the cold, brutal truth. That was enough. Digging any deeper wouldn't bring anything back except maybe getting Celena or both of us killed. Now, it was time to go home. My and Celena's home. A place with a door we could lock, shutting out the whole fucked-up world for a while. The blue line on the GPS crept steadily forward, the miles-to-home ticking down. But most of my attention was on the passenger seat. Celena ha