Night came fast in the Blackwood Jungle. 6:00 PM. Day Eighteen | Begins. The Camp.The fire was small, but it was warm. Aria fed it with dry twigs. Her hands did not shake anymore. Damon sat against the tree, his wrapped ankle stretched out. He watched her. “You should sleep,” he said. “You first,” Aria said, without looking up. He did not argue. He was tired. The jungle was loud around them. Insects. Water. Wind in the leaves. But here, by the fire, it was quiet. Aria finished with the fire. She sat beside him. Not too close. Not too far. Day Eighteen had begun. ---*7:30 PM. Day Eighteen. Night.*Damon’s eyes were closed, but he was not asleep. “You are staring,” he said. Aria stopped. “Sorry.”“Do not be,” he said. “Why?”Aria pulled her knees up. “Because you are here.”Damon opened his eyes. “I was in a cell four hours ago.”“I know,” she said. “That is why I am staring.”He was quiet for a second. “You found me.”“I did not stop looking,” she said. Damon shifted. H
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