“Well,” Amare turned to Zina. They had gotten to point 7, heavy with trees on the right side and less on the left. They could see the Obsidian up-close now, breathe it in. They could also see the guards who were fully armed and keeping watch. The trees on the left side were mostly cut off to prevent people from hiding in and to give the guards a proper view of the surrounding. So, they sat under a shade one of the trees on the right side provided, trying to camouflage with the environment.
“Well,” Zina echoed him, hugging her knees. “This feels like a dream. Pinch me.”
“Why would I do that to my vulture?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just so I can know this isn’t a dream.”
He placed a long peck on her forehead. “Does it still feel like a dr
