Stranded In A Montana Blizzard, I Found Help Where I Least Expected

swirling in the dim light before vanishing into the frost growing on the dashboard.

She looked down at her chest. Two bundles.

Sophia’s lips weren’t just pale anymore. They were the color of a bruised plum, a terrifying violet that stood out against her translucent skin. Miguel had stopped his rhythmic whimpering minutes ago. He was terrifyingly still.continue reading …