Chapter ThreeThe night was still, quiet and cold, and a little surreal. They hiked in near silence, working their way up the mountain toward this camp Alaric had said was waiting for them.
It had been hours since they had climbed out of the tiny cave in the boulders. At least twice, Mason had tried to give his rescuer an easy out, but Alaric never took them.
Mason was unsure why, and he couldn't seem to think straight when Alaric smiled at him. It was like his brain just stopped while his heart raced. He told himself it was just because he was woozy… too much light, not enough water. He'd be fine once he got a chance to soak and work on healing himself.
Alaric changed their direction, pointing at something Mason didn't see. They had fallen into an easy sort of silence that gave him time
