Chapter 48 Chapter Forty-Eight: The Hair Tie

KNOX

I don't notice it until we're forty miles down the road.

I'm in my usual seat near the back, with my feet throbbing inside my boots and my ears still burning from the cold, and I reach up to rub my eyes, and there it is. Pale blue. Around my wrist. Snug against the bone, like it's been there ...

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