Chapter 65

A question he didn’t know the answer to.

As soon as Nathan was able to drag himself out of bed, he, Jim, and Sasha hit the road again, hanging on to their borrowed car as they left Crofton behind. Sasha said he knew of a place where they could better seek out dark fae leads, but it was another dead zone like Minnesota, without any nearby Veil doorways.

Laid out in the backseat while Sasha drove, Nathan scratched unconsciously at his chest, releasing a suppressed hiss when his aggravated wounds stung from the contact. Nathan’s one consolation, besides the fact that they had survived their encounter with the Muses, and the aftermath, was that he had taken some very strong pain killers for his lingering headache and the gashes caused by Sasha’s claws. He was left feeling numb and equally drowsy. Dozing through the first few hours of their trip, Nathan had forgotten his wounds several times until his treacherous body caused his pheromone-withdrawaled brain to give him a reminder.