TWENTY
GETTING OUT OF THERE didn’t mean jumping in the car for another long drive. No. They’d picked their spot and only she hadn’t known why.
The first hour of walking through wilderness was tiring. Wasn’t as strenuous as hour two when the darkness descended. The third hour was a grind. Four turned out to be her limit.
“That’s it. I’m done.”
The punishing pace had been slowed as she fell behind. They’d made allowances and she appreciated their restraint. Her father could have barked at her. Styx might have taunted her. Yet, they’d walked in silence.
The nearest rock looked like the best option for a rest. Shirking her backpack, she dropped to sit down. Arching her shoulders, stretching her muscles, her relief came out in a groan.
“We’ll make camp,” Harry said and his second immediat
