Chapter 264

Elodie's POV

"Truck’s toasted," Garrick grunted, slamming the steering wheel as the engine let out a pathetic, metallic cough and died.

We were stalled in a ravine about two miles out from the Bastion’s outer walls. The radiator was hissing like a bag of snakes, and the front bumper was basically nonexistent after the drone chase.

The air here was different—it didn't smell like pine or snow anymo