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Aria

“Aria!” Cash pulls me in his arms while Mason grabs the phone that I dropped in the snow.

“What's going on?” He asks into the phone. He listens for a minute before he speaks. “We are in the woods.” I listen as he gives them directions. Then he hangs up the phone, sliding it into my pocket.

They give me a little time to compose myself before the three of us set off. Mason sniffs again, turning to his right. Me and Cash walk along behind him. He sniffs the air again,