Chapter 52

Almost exactly thirty minutes after our short break, I saw the cabin appear up ahead. As we approached our first destination, I opened my bag to inspect Damian’s clothing. Sure enough, I found a six-inch switchblade in his pocket. I took it out and tucked it in the bottom of my bag. I didn’t want to have to use it, either, but I sure wasn’t giving it to him. We reached the cabin, and I leapt off of Damian’s back. It wasn’t raining hard here, but we were both drenched from earlier and exhausted. “Thank goodness we’re here,” I said. “Are we going in?” I got Damian’s clothes out of my bag and dropped them near him. I wasn’t sure if he had shifted yet. When I heard his voice, I knew he was getting dressed. “Yes. Let’s get changed here,” he said. “We have a car nearby, and this was just a place to hide the vehicle, a place for us to aim for…” “I see.” I walked into the cabin and found a dry towel. I heard his footsteps following. “Let me know when you’re dressed,” I said. I waited with my b