*Gabriel*
I push aside the fronds, ducking under a low branch as Cyrus and I break through the last stretch of jungle toward camp. The sun is high now, and sweat trickles down my neck, soaked into the collar of my shirt. My pack is loaded down with fresh rope, dried meat, and a few tools we bartered from a fisherman near the inlet. I hear familiar voices ahead and pick up my pace.
When we arrive at camp, the first faces I see are Tomas, then Isla, clutching her skirt with one hand and a bundle of wild herbs in the other. Sabrina walks behind them, quiet, her face unreadable until she spots me and smiles.
After walking toward me and wrapping me in a tight embrace, she says, “We went to see a witch.”
I glance between her and the others. “A witch?”
“More like a Voodoo priestess,” she sa
