  &quot;Maybe we can speed between goal posts?&quot; I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again in a game of follow me.
  &quot;I hope to god this is not some crazy idea and we re not just following some random flock of ravens who are trying to get away. I mean we re kinda assuming.&quot; Meadow quips in and I giggle out of pure nervousness and frustration and also doubt. Maybe she s right and were insanely following birds that have nothing to do with this. We assumed, given Sierra s text and then their freakish behavior that we should, and who knows, maybe their curiosity has them come to us, but mistrust pushes them to move further away when we g

  &quot;We re here… may as well. Just don t let your guard down and don t hesitate to use your gifts.&quot; Meadow hisses under her breath, and I scoot up right behind Carmen to fall back in line. Flanked by two femmes and still unsure this witch is a friend at all. Sierra told us she was, but this doesn t feel like someone who is willing to bend over backwards to do anything for anyone except herself.
  We make quick work of following close to her, aware of the pitch darkness and I start to wonder how the hell we re meant to stay out here if she ups and leaves us now. We don t know this terrain. The truck is far enough away that we ll encounter a fight if vampires come upon us, and I have no mental space, or physical energy, for any of that. My adrenaline is firing high and I m already exhausted. 
  Missing Colton has become the biggest drain on my soul, craving him, needing his touch, 

  &quot;Hey, hey, wake up.&quot; Carmen rouses both of us from peaceful sleep and I can see the daylight is turning dim as it gets close to sunset already. We both passed out and must have been unconscious for hours after their little argument. 
  &quot;Where are we.&quot; I rub my eyes, stifling a yawn and stretch out like a cat, uncurling my limbs from the awkward position I ve been in.
  &quot;New Mexico. You better call Sierra as we crossed over a while back and I headed for Deming. That s where Meadow said, right?&quot; Carmen clicks her head from right to left to stretch out her neck and I can tell she s exhausted from being the driver for so long. There are dark shadows under her eyes, and I can t be sure, but there s a telltale rosy glow across her cheeks and nose, that hint that she might have been crying at some point. She seems fine now but my stomach lurches in sorrow that sh

&quot;Maybe we can speed between goal posts?&quot; I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again in a game of follow me.
  &quot;I hope to god this is not some crazy idea and we re not just following some random flock of ravens who are trying to get away. I mean we re kinda assuming.&quot; Meadow quips in and I giggle out of pure nervousness and frustration and also doubt. Maybe she s right and were insanely following birds that have nothing to do with this. We assumed, given Sierra s text and then their freakish behavior that we should, and who knows, maybe their curiosity has them come to us, but mistrust pushes them to move further away when we get too close.
  We hyper speed to the next set of trees that are further into overgrown landscape, l

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