Year One (Chronicles of The One, #1)

by Nora Roberts

there.” She heard footsteps coming closer, tightened her grip on the gun she slept with. Then the distinctive sound of a zipper, the sound of water striking asphalt. “Waste of gas, you ask me, and if those two freaks want her so bad, they should’ve taken her out when they had the chance. Instead we lost six good men. We’re supposed to be killing freaks not working with them.” “Don’t see nobody asking you. The Rev knows what he’s doing. He’s got a plan, and I expect we’ll be taking those freaks out after we do the woman. Fucking witch. I got a score to settle with her now.” “Aw, did she mess up your pretty face when she cut loose?” “Fuck you, Steed.” A quick laugh, the jerk of a zipper. “What I know is the freaks are hurting more than you, which is why we’re driving all over hell and back looking for some knocked-up demon whore.” “I find her first, I’m putting a knife straight through her and the brat inside her.” “Witches have to hang or burn.” “That’ll come. We oughta go through these couple of cars here, see if there’s anything worth taking.” “Forget that. We got a gas mart about twenty miles east. Better pickings.” Lana kept her grip tight on the gun as she felt the car rock. “Piece of shit anyway.” She held her breath as the footsteps moved on, as doors opened and slammed again. She lay still as an engine roared to life, tires squealed. She counted the knocks of her heart one by one even after the car sped off, as silence fell again. “I wouldn’t have let them touch you...

The way I see it, the biggest problem we’ve had, right from the get, is people pointing fingers and worse at ones who aren’t just like them.

We ought to try to do better this time around. It might be our last chance to get it right.”