MarcusI didn’t like the way Dawn just buzzed my head and then ignored me as she stomped into our cabin. And I really didn’t like the way Rhys was rushing me up to Donald’s saying there was something important waiting there for me.
Walking backward so I could watch Mariah scurrying out to her truck and kick up dust as she peeled out of the camp, I felt my stomach plummet. Something wasn’t right. It had all been so perfect just an hour ago, and now I was missing something big.
“Come on,” Rhys said, yanking on my shirt. “Donald’s waiting.”
“So, he can wait,” I grumbled. “What’s up with Dawn?”
“You’re about to find out.” Rhys muttered those words but I’d still heard them.
Annoyed at…well, at everything, and feeling the familiar ache of a pissed off panther, I jumped on Rhys’ back and knoc
