Night was falling rapidly now. This part of the forest was denser than the one from the night before but, from all appearances, was without human life. Which meant they could walk relatively worry free.
“So, what’s it to be? Care for a walk in the woods?” Cannon asked.
Ryver laughed, and Cannon was cheered by the sound. It resembled water dropping on glass.
“Do I have a choice?” she said, playfully swatting at him.
“I suppose. What’s it to be?”
Ryver looked up. The stars were just starting to peek out from the fading azure of the sky. Soon, they would need his night vision once more.
“We should keep moving. The bad guys are never far behind,” she said with resignation.
“How’s your side?”
“Better. Sleep helps.”
“When this is over, we shall sleep well. I promise.”
Ryver stopped wal
