Chapter 16: One Fire Destroyed Half Our Supplies

[Phoenixa's POV]

Zander stood in the blizzard, a layer of white already gathering on the shoulders of his black coat.

"Why not switch cars?" he asked.

"This car's been with me three years," I said. "I'm attached to it."

"Snow doesn't care about attachment."

He glanced at the hood.

The engi...

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