The Girl with the Lead.

"Oh God, oh God." Clea got down from the shrub. "Go—" She looked around and saw Tarik had already disappeared into the forest. "That was fast."

She put on her crocs which fell when she was busy wrapping her legs around Tarik. Tried to button her pyjamas and found the buttons were no more. She facepalmed and tried to slow her breath, crouching deeper into the hiding place.

The person came closer and closer, heading towards her. Clea withdrew her hand for a blow, stopping when she recognised Kali.

"Kali!" She stood up. "It's just you."

Kali shone the torchlight on Clea.

"Stop."

"Why is your shirt unbuttoned? Is that a hickey?"

Clea held her collar together and covered her neck with her other palm. "No, it's not."

Kali pointed the torchlight into the forest.

"Kali!" Clea took the torchlight out of her hands. "What if you draw a wild animal towards us?"

"Wild animal?" Kali laughed. "Who is the guy you were with? The one you don't love?"

Clea said nothing.

"That one? He's the one who