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I’d lied about being ready. I sensed the shifting of Sean’s eyes as we headed for the danger awaiting us, knew he searched for a sign that I wasn’t happy, an excuse to send me back. I’d no intention of giving him one. With my resolute expression plastered on, I kept pace.
Entering the forest to unyielding darkness brought disorientation. “Where’s the damn moon when you need it?”
“You’ll be okay in a few minutes,” Sean whispered.
He lifted his chin to Josh, indicated he should head to the right. Without speaking, Josh obeyed. A few metres in, he was no more than a vague outline. Only his skin reflecting the glistening rain gave him away.
Both Sean and I tilted our heads—on alert for sounds that didn’t belong. Detecting a c***k of a twig ahead in the distance, our faces pushed forwar
