"You know, as much as I don't like our sister, I think Rory's mate is the one with the strong jawline and the deep voice," Mira said with a sly smile, nudging Lila as they walked deeper into the cave.
Lila rolled her eyes, her torch held high, illuminating ancient drawings on the cave walls.
"They're all strong-jawed and deep-voiced, Mira. You’re going to have to be more specific."
Mira giggled. "Fine, the one who looked like he could lift a boulder with one hand."
Lila snorted. "Still not helping. That’s three out of four of them."
The two girls laughed, their voices echoing off the cool, stone walls. But their mirth faded into soft silence as the cave began to narrow. The air grew colder. Shadows thickened.
Lila cleared her throat. "You know, I think I... might like one of them."
