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

of a jailbreak. And now, three hundred miles from the border, a blown head gasket was going to do what Diego couldn’t—it was going to finish her.

A sound cut through the roar of the blizzard.

It wasn’t the wind. It was a mechanical growl, deep and guttural, vibrating through the frame of the car. Elena’s head snapped up. Through the wall of white, she continue reading …