CHAPTER TWENTY
I didn’t sleep very well that night. It rained on us, but that wasn’t what kept me awake. Wayland’s name for me, and the reason he said it fit, made me feel so many different things. Conflicting things. They flew around my head and landed nowhere. I just hoped I wasn’t keeping Margot awake; she’d moved her tent so it was very close to mine after Wayland’s visit, and I didn’t blame her. I’d almost asked if she wanted to bring her sleeping bag into my tent; there was barely room, but there was room. But I also wanted her to feel intrepid.
God knows what I wanted myself to feel.
Just before I dozed off, it stopped raining. That was when I realized that coming back with Margot would mean I could make it to El Speed’s wedding.
Despite the mud on the trail from the rain, we go
