“My cousins, you mean? The ones who seek the man who attempted to break into my grandmother’s caravan?”
“Yes.”
“They have gone to search for the interloper.”
“Ah. Um...” I looked around quickly, wondering if I could find something to use as a weapon in case Gregory tried to attack either me or the wounded Peter.
My id, ego, and superego all screamed at me that I was insane for even thinking of protecting a man who was clearly not what he appeared.
“Kiya?”
“Hmm?” I tried to adopt an innocent expression, not that much of it would be visible, since I was standing in the moonlit shadows cast by the tall firs and shrubs surrounding the camp.
“What is it you’re dragging so stealthily to your car?”
“My sleeping bag. See?” I tipped up one corner to shield Peter, and pulled the edge of the
