AZALEA'S POV
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"Are you sure?" I stare at the river, the water rushing over the rocks, small waves forming with the force it's flowing. Corbin stares at the map, looking like he might just tear it apart. His fingers rake through his air, gripping the strands before letting his fingers slide through. His lips are sucked into his mouth as he nods, his jaw line sharp enough to cut through layers of flesh. "Yes." He confirms verbally, folding the map. My stomach twists as I glance up and down the river, not seeing another way through except for these damn rocks that are submerged by the water. They are noticable, but they sure as hell are slippery too.
I can already see myself slipping and falling into the water, clothes and all. My foot impatiently taps against the ground, my eyes flickin
