Chapter 223

We are going slower than I expected, and for some reason, Phillip insists on keeping his window open. I am already curled into a little ball, shivering and shaking like one of Adare’s rattles despite Kane’s thick coat to keep me warm. I don't think I can keep going like this for much longer.

The night is cold for this time of the year, and all the water from the melting snow frosted over again when the sun went down, and we keep hitting icy patches that cause the cars to slip and slide across the road. “We should travel during the day,” Phillip grumbles.

“What about Alhora?” I ask him.

“Not my fault she’s allergic to the sun, is it?”

Alhora leans forward until her head is right next to Phillip’s. “I don’t like you, wolf.” She sits back with a satisfied smile on her face.

“We’re going to accomplish exactly nothing if we start fighting with each other,” I say. “Remember who our true enemy is.”

“The humans,” Phillip says right away.

“No, you moron,” Alhora retorts. “The Templars.”