Page 66 of Polestar
She’d leave a glaring trail.
Her gut told her they weren’t a surprise rescue crew sent by Kane.They would have identified themselves.
Run.Hide.Run.Hide.
Heart pounding, she ducked back as a black-clad snowmobiler sped past her hidden position.
They were circling, no doubt searching for her.
Unless, coincidentally, someone else was on the run from the Barentian authorities?
She huffed.
Where the hell is everyone?
Were they hiding inside, or had they all left?
“What are you going to do, Ana?”she muttered, watching for the next passing snowmobile.
Who are these people?Barentians?
Why aren’t they just sniffing her out?
Because they aren’t Barentian?They’re probably the humans that the priestess mentioned.
The darkness.
Think Ana.
Another whizzed past her position.
She grit her teeth, trying to focus while hiding in an abandoned village from the deafening whine of snowmobile engines after running for what seemed an eternity.
Deep breath.Listen.
All she could hear was the incessant whining of the snowmobiles and the drum of her heart in her ears.
She crept along the wall to peer between the houses.The searchers were running their vehicles along the narrow paths.
She ducked back, flat against the wall.
You can keep trying to get into a building or make a run for the forest.Maybe there’s another village along the coast with a boat.
Steal a snowmobile?
I’m trapped if I don’t.
Ana, you don’t know how to drive a snowmobile any more than you know how to fly a plane!
Hide.Run.Hijack.
Fan-freaking-tastic.
Reaching for her taser, her fingers closed around it.
Next one.
She crouched and scuttled closer to the edge of the building where she hid, waiting for the next pass.
