#Chapter 165: Blame

I didn’t wake until the car shut off, and Ted carefully nudged my arm. I shot upright and lashed out. He winced as my punch landed hard on his shoulder.

“Jesus, Celeste,” Jack said.

The memories slowly trickled back in. I was in the car with my brother and Matt. I was safe.

“Sorry.” I gave Ted a sheepish look.

He waved me off. “Don’t worry about it. Good hit.”

I nodded and peered through the front window. We were parked outside a motel. The neon sign gleamed blue and pink in the dim light. It wasn’t snowing anymore, but mounds of it covered the parking lot. A light was on in the office and in one room. Aside from a single red Toyota, we were the only ones here.

“We’re going to stop here for the night,” Seth said.

“Okay.”

I got out of the car and stretched my arms over my head. Everything felt sore, and I rolled my neck. Using that much power too