Eluna's P.O.V.
If anyone ever told you that spending a weekend on a boat and in a cabin by the lake with six siblings, three girlfriends, one grandmother, and an inflatable unicorn named Sparkles is 'relaxing,' they are either lying or drunk.
Possibly both.
Because me? I was ten hours into this 'family bonding getaway,' and I was already planning my escape via squirrel-drawn sled.
“Isn’t this nice?” Raven said, arms spread like he was the host of some rustic nature-themed reality show.
“Fresh air, family, no cell signal—well, mostly.”
Yes.
Very mostly.
Thank the moon for the faint one-bar signal I got when I stood on a rock and held my phone up like it was a sacred offering.
I’d only gotten a few texts from Jackson today—OK, twelve—but I read each one like it was a love letter
