Lila’s POV
By the time I’d finished my coffee and devoured the last buttery bite of croissant, Victoria, Emma, and Ramil appeared downstairs, all three buzzing with energy and excitement for the day ahead.
Ramil had already mapped out a bus route to the old church—our supposed “cult ruin” adventure—for just a couple of bucks. Letting him take the lead, the three of us girls followed closely behind as we left the comfort of the hostel for the misty, cobbled streets of Lenweil.
“Emma, come on,” Victoria groaned, nudging her with a grin. “Even you have to admit that hike yesterday was not worth it.”
Emma rolled her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Fine, I’ll concede. That waterfall was pathetic. It was basically a garden hose on a rock.”
She sped up to catch Ramil, and I f
