Blake’s POV
The fire was almost gone. The few logs that had been crackling moments before now smoldered weakly, hissing as rain seeped through the hut’s leaky roof. Aloe was sitting close to it, shoulders hunched, trying to soak up what little warmth remained.
Her shivering had slowed, but it hadn’t stopped. I could see the tension in her hands, fingers pale and trembling. Even in the dim light, her exhaustion was clear.
I reached for my phone, hoping for some signal. A tiny bar blinked weakly, barely enough to make a call. My heart lifted slightly.
If I could just get through, I could have my security come for us. I dialed my security head and rattled off every detail I could… the location, the hut, the surrounding brush, the slope down to the road but halfway through, the screen we
