Promises to Keep - By Amelia Atwater-Rhodes Page 0,52

borrowed time.”

Brina handled being waited on by staff excited to help them better than Jay did. While Jay grabbed the basics—topping a thousand dollars before he had even finished choosing a tent and backpacks—Brina gathered suggestions on food and clothing. At least a dozen times, he heard her bell-like laugh before she assured worried store employees, “He knows what he’s doing.”

“Don’t worry. We’ve got a friend who’s an expert,” Jay kept assuring the friendly staff who buzzed around them, concerned that Jay and Brina were embarking on a deep-woods winter backpacking trip with next to no experience, as evidenced by their total lack of gear.

Jay had backpacked before, even in the deepest winter, but between his magic and his connection to Lynx, he had always been able to go minimalist. In a pinch, Jay could sleep in a snowdrift and be fine. None of his backpacking equipment was relevant to what they were embarking on now.

Disgusting stuff, Brina thought as she gamely chose polyester undergarments and jackets designed to keep a human body warmer than natural fibers would. Vile texture. No wonder humans get so cranky.

The adventure continued at the next store, which had been closed for an hour. Jay broke in through a back door, hoping there wasn’t an automatic alarm and that—if any of them lived through this—SingleEarth could deal with any legal repercussions relating to the blinking security cameras.

Brina followed with a quiver of excitement. She helped grab additional fuel, food, and the last odds and ends the first store hadn’t had in stock. They didn’t dare stay long, in case police were coming.

Satisfied that they had done the best they could with limited time, an apparently unlimited budget, and a desire not to go to jail, they squeezed into the over-full car and sped away to the rendezvous point. Lynx curled up on Brina’s lap, oblivious to the passengers’ rapid conversation, as Brina asked question after question about how humans traveled and survived in such conditions.

Jay spent most of the three-hour ride in Xeke’s private jet opening packages and compulsively packing and repacking backpacks. No matter what other equipment they brought, he felt naked without his Marinitch blade. His magic might still feel the same to him, but whatever the Shantel elemental had done to him, it had made his own knife violently reject him. No amount of butane fuel, freeze-dried food, warm clothes, or high-tech gadgets would make him feel good about the lack of his blade.

As they transferred from the jet to a rented Jeep, Jay continued working on the problem of how to lug all their gear with them. Jay could carry a heavy backpack over a long distance, but Brina probably couldn’t. Xeke lifted his for the first time and immediately said, “I can take more,” while Rikai attempted to lift hers and then shook her head. She wasn’t as crippled as before, but her strength was even more limited than a human’s.

Jay was still fiddling with the packs as they reached the edge of the proverbial deep dark forest. They had been able to drive as far as a campground, with trails leading into one of the largest national forests. After those paths ended, they would have to blaze their own trail through the evergreen trees.

“At least it’s not a stormy night,” Jay remarked as he stepped down from the Jeep, earning a glare from Rikai, a quirked brow from Xeke, and a chuckle from Brina. Lynx leapt out of Brina’s lap, his senses on full alert.

In fact, it was an overcast and chill dawn. The ground held a few inches of snow, crusted with ice in many places. They had brought snowshoes, but Jay hoped they wouldn’t be needed, since he was the only one with any experience using them.

Check it out? Jay asked Lynx as he arranged their supplies on a modified sled known as a pulk. The cat ran off to scout, and Jay kept packing. Given that they had no firm idea of how long they would need to travel, he had brought as much food and fuel as they could possibly transport. He hoped the snow would stay thick enough for the sled to slide smoothly.

“Do you need help?” Xeke asked, startling Jay from his contemplation of weight and balance.

“How’s this?” he asked, offering Xeke the repacked backpack, which was now significantly heavier than a human would be able to carry for any length of time.

The vampire tested the pack, and then nodded.

Want rabbit for dinner?