Chapter 225
The night sped past to the beat of classic rock. Katelina watched naked trees and snowy hills fade to towns and back again. Her stomach grumbled and she tried to figure out where they were going. It was ten hours to Oren's den. At the most they had eight hours of darkness.
If Jorick had asked Micah to take her, things must have been very desperate. She leaned her face against the cold window and assured herself again and again that Jorick would be fine. Each time she believed it a little less.
It was after midnight when Micah announced, "We need gas, and Lunch's growling stomach is driving me fucking nuts."
Katelina glared at a passing tree and imagined slugging him.
A truck stop glowed in the distance. Micah pointed to it and asked, "Who's got cash?"
"Not me," Loren chirped from the back seat.
Micah snorted. "What's new? I think I've got a five, but that's it. Looks like you're buying, Lunch."
"Stop calling me that," Katelina snapped. "And I don't have any money."