Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 114

Chapter 113: Grace: Daddy Material

The display for Lyre’s solar power says 1,384W in, 98% battery, and then a number to actually make my stomach flip:

Estimated Runtime: 3h 12m.

Three hours? That’s it?

I glance at the humming AC vents, the dehumidifier pulling swamp air from every corner, and the fridge. We’re pulling too much. Even with solar pouring in, it’s not enough.

How is that possible with 98%?

My fingers hover over the thermostat. I can’t shut everything off, but maybe I can cut the second AC. That’s one less thing bleeding our battery dry.

But first I have to figure out how.

"What’s wrong?" Caine’s voice comes from directly behind me, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body without him actually touching me.

I step quickly to the side, putting six more inches between us. "I have no idea what any of this means." I gesture at the panel. "How much power do we have? How long before we’re out? I don’t know anything about solar."

All I know is it’s expensive, which makes me wonder even more about how Lyre gets by.

He leans in to examine the display, his dark brows furrowed. The muscles in his arm tense as he braces himself against the wall, making sure not to brush against me. We’ve become experts at this careful dance of almost-contact.

he admits, straightening. "But I’ve worked with

I realize I don’t know. "I’ve never seen her

"I’ll check the outside

the kitchenette and living room, going on about lasers and

the dinette table and reaches

protest as I set

starts to crawl

me. Lyre had texted, telling me to take the bedroom, since we’ll

in theory: me, Sara, and Bun in Lyre’s queen bed; Ron and Jer on the daybed I’d used, though it’ll be a tight squeeze; Caine on the couch. In

head in. "Found it

My stomach drops. "Fuel?"

to need to get some gas. We emptied all her water jugs, too, so we need to

too small to

my biggest concern, outside from the

food." I mentally

the blinds to survey our surroundings. I join him, staying far enough away that our shoulders don’t touch, but I sneakily

thing I’ve heard about. I would wear his shirts

dirt clearing nestled in shallow hills. No trees for shade, just scrubby plants and packed earth. The fifth-wheel sits in a slightly lower area where recent rain has created muddy tire ruts and small puddles. A few other RVs

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