Sienna
THE CAMPSITE was larger than I expected.
Rows of tents and cabins stretched along the lakeside beneath tall pine trees and the late afternoon sun softened the atmosphere enough to make everything appear relaxed and harmless.
I knew better.
The moment Marcus parked the car in a quieter outdoor section near the edge of the campsite, my attention immediately shifted toward logistics instead of scenery.
I stepped out of the car and quietly scanned the surroundings while Marcus opened the trunk. A few nearby vehicles were parked farther apart than expected, leaving enough privacy for someone to return unnoticed if necessary.
Useful.
As I reached for one of the storage bags, another hand appeared beside mine.
"Careful," a cheerful female voice said. "That one loo
