Where could the hidden enemy be lurking? And how, in this darkness, could we find them?
My mind was blank, utterly clueless.
I just wanted to stay in Tyrone's embrace for a little longer, to feel that fleeting sense of safety and warmth.
I had so much I wanted to say to him, to tell him how we had faced so many dangers, crossed through long stretches of darkness, and finally found him.
I even wanted to selfishly ask him not to continue searching for Angela. We could somehow find a way to escape on our own. So much time had already passed, and even if someone was lying in wait, they had likely already retreated, or were too exhausted and cold to act. Maybe no one would be able to pull that deadly trigger anymore.
Moreover, Angela had always seemed suspicious. She led Tyrone to such a s
