Chapter 12

Caleb dragged a folding camping chair from the side of the dented camper, his breath hitching as the movement pulled at the jagged tear in his side. Every inch of his skin felt like it had been scraped across asphalt, and the deep, throbbing ache in his ribs suggested at least two were cracked. He slumped into the nylon seat, the fabric groaning under his weight. He fumbled with the cord of the amulet he'd acquired, his fingers trembling as he looped it over his head. It settled against his...