Damon’s POV
I’d been up for over an hour, staring at the map spread across the makeshift table we’d formed out of a fallen log. Not because I needed to study it—I’d already memorized it—but because I didn’t trust Drake in the tent with Aria.
Sure, he’d rejected her. And sure, she was over it. But I wasn’t blind to the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching. Regret clung to him like a bad cologne, and it grated on my nerves. So, I dragged his lazy ass out of the tent, handing him the map like I actually needed his opinion.
“This is going to take days,” Drake muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. He jabbed a finger at a point on the map. “We’re here, and this—” he pointed to the cursed forest’s center, where the stake was supposed to be, “—is three days away. Mini
