Chapter 480

• He doesn’t respond, but he sniffs the air once and then takes off into the underbrush.
• We race another half mile through the valley behind the Devil’s Teeth, heading away from the ravine. The heavy brush and tree canopy keeps us out of sight, and I know Amora can’t track our shadow forms. But still, I stay alert—the woman is too cunning and stubborn for her own good. I won’t breathe easy until we get the fuck out of New Mexico.
• Frost bounds to a stop on a shallow, sloping hill, dropping his nose to huff at the grass. Malix and I slow to a stop behind him as he sniffs the ground. I can feel the rift now too, but I let him keep up his search just to make him feel better. He’s always been the strong, silent type, but since we left Amora on the ground near the Tree of Life, there’s been a different kind of weight to his silence.