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

coming,” she whispered. “Diego won’t stop. He doesn’t know how to lose.”

“Good,” Marcus replied, a ghost of a smile appearing—a smile holding no warmth, only the promise of reckoning. “Neither do we.”

Chapter 4: The Chase

By dawn, the storm had passed, leaving behind crystalline cold that bit deeper than the blizzard. The sky cleared to brilliant, merciless continue reading …