Chapter 53 Blood Of The First

The return ride to Black Hollow was in silence. Selene rode stiffly in the passenger seat of the battered Land Rover, her gaze trained on the horizon. The sky remained painted in the bruised colors of morning, but it seemed darker than night. Damien held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip, jaw locked, golden eyes far away. The steady hum of the engine was the only thing that held them to the here and now.