Chapter Twenty-Three

Back at the campsite, Adea's eyes flicked open. She rolled over onto her back, groaning softly as she stretched out her arms. As she stared up at the roof of the tent, she noticed it was almost too dark to see anything. It was still the middle of the night. That was when she looked over to see the light of the fire peeking through the tent flap. She looked around the tent and realized that neither Lyda nor Jay was there with her. She was alone.

Maybe they're outside, she thought. She was about to unravel the blanket from around her when a sudden disturbance drew her attention back toward the light of the fire. She had to squint to be sure, but she thought she could see the shadowy shroud of a figure standing up by the fire. It was too hard to tell who it was, but Adea could vaguely make out the outlines of the figure's long hair, which could only belong to one of the others.