As the gang established their temporary camp, the jungle was unnaturally silent, and tension filled the air. It was nighttime, and the only sounds were distant animal calls and the occasional rustling of leaves. They couldn't afford to sleep, even in the darkness. With limited supplies and no allies, they were deep within enemy territory.
Isabella's thoughts were racing. Everything she had assumed to be true had been completely upended by Xander's revelation. The individuals who had ruined her family, sent them into hiding, and caused her a great deal of suffering had been taking advantage of her and controlling her at every turn. It infuriated her to think that she had been unwittingly playing into their hands. The matter of the traitor among them, however, was suddenly more urgent on her mind.
She surveyed the little campfire. Brad's face was white but resolute as he rested with his back against a tree. With her hand lightly stroking his brow, Christine sat beside him. In the low li
