It was awkwardly silent for a moment after Amberly retreated into her tent. But then, on the log next to them, Trace dropped the long stick he was holding and let out a frustrated sigh.
“What?” Kire snapped a little bit louder than he needed to. It was as if he could tell the sigh had been directed at him, and he was ready to get on the defensive.
“Why do you always have to get into it with her, man?” Trace asked Kire. He looked tired, like he didn’t want to be having this conversation but needed to have this conversation— for his girlfriend’s sake.
“Are you kidding me?” Kire snapped at him. “Do you not hear yourself? Do you not see the way she talks to me for no reason at all? I’m trying to help you guys. I want to save Albus just like you guys do. She’s the one that’s not with us. Eve
