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to fly out of Anchorage. The smaller airport won’t have helicopters. And with no place to land, the best the planes will be able to do is help with the air-spotting.” Drantos sighed. “The question is, do we leave on our own or wait for help?” He looked at the survivors near the fire. “They’re helpless if we walk out of here on our own. I’m afraid they won’t be found and will die from exposure. Not one of them has survival skills. I asked.”
    “We’ll worry about it later.” Kraven glared at Bat. “I’ll be back.” He turned on his heel to march out into the darkness.
    She seethed inside at his response, especially when he said it in front of her baby sister. And he meant every word. She could easily see that, and she’d just managed to curb a rude response. Though she’d been tempted to point out that he’d said he’d spank her if she mentioned his nuts, which she hadn’t. It was almost a relief when Kraven disappeared from sight.
    Then she immediately felt worry. What if he was hurt out there?
    Bat got Drantos’s attention. “Are you sure it’s safe for him to be traipsing around the woods at night? We didn’t find a flashlight, or anything to use as a weapon. Aren’t there wild animals around here that we should be worried about? The fire is here, not out there. He won’t be able to see them but I’m sure the same can’t be said for anything that might attack him.”
    “We live in Alaska and were raised not too far from here. We know what we’re doing. It’s not unusual for us to hunt at night and nothing out there can hurt Kraven. Trust me on that one. He’ll be back within the hour and have something for us to eat.”
    “I couldn’t even find a real knife, just plastic ones.” Bat carefully sat down on a cushion and tucked her skirt neatly around her legs. “How will he skin it? I guess he could try to tear off part of the plane. Some of it is pretty jagged and sharp.”
    Drantos pulled a knife from his boot. “He’s got one of these.”
    “But those are illegal to take on planes,” Bat sputtered. Though seeing the weapon did help her worry less about the big jerk who’d just foolishly strolled into the dark woods. Only an idiot would do that, in her opinion. “How did you get that past security to smuggle it onboard?”
    “We have our ways, and the smaller airports are more lax about rules up here. It’s common to carry weapons when you’re flying in and out of smaller airports. It’s life in Alaska. Don’t worry about it.” He shoved the knife back inside his boot. “He’ll be fine. He’s going to bring back something tasty to eat and then we’ll all get some shuteye.”
    Bat wasn’t entirely convinced, but she still wanted to assure Dusti that everything would be alright. “Help will find us tomorrow. I bet they’re already putting together a huge search party to look for us as soon as the sun rises. We’ll be rescued in no time and will arrive at our grandfather’s house by tomorrow night.”
    As the minutes passed, the pain at the base of Bat’s skull grew worse. Her sister spoke softly to Drantos. Dusti brought up their grandfather, explaining why she disliked the man. Bat tried to interject; she loathed for strangers to think they had a dysfunctional family. Her sister was certain their grandfather was some kind of pervert, though Bat hadn’t ever gotten those vibes off him. He was an asshole, sure, but she’d dealt with a lot of real sickos in her line of work. She wasn’t about to point out to Dusti that he’d have liked her a little too much if he were into young girls.
    Decker Filmore had visited them a few times when they’d been kids. For some reason, he’d taken an instant disliking to Dusti. It might have been that he just wasn’t comfortable with really young kids. Some adults weren’t good with them. Though that didn’t explain why he’d offered Bat a home after their parents had died, but denied the same courtesy to Dusti.