Chapter 30. In the Wind

After a few days of wheedling, I’ve finally convinced Seb to walk with me around the property. His car is locked up in the garage, and if Dante’s right about how far the nearest towns are, there’s no point in me running. So, I’m stomping through what I can only call woods in shorts I’ve never worn before and an oversized T-shirt, and somehow still sweating enough that I’m sure I must smell and Seb’s just not mentioning it. Spring came early to upstate New York, and a hot spring at that.

I crunch a stick under a pair of steel-toed combat boots I found in the depths of the suitcase I packed. Yet another thing that just appeared in my closet. I’ve never worn anything like them in my life, but they’re incredible for stomping.

“I’m surprised,” Seb says.

I glance at him and have to suppress a snicker. He’s trying to do the same hike in a full suit, and he’s red as a tomato. Maybe that’ll keep him from aimlessly flirting with me for a little while. I don’t re