[Imogen’s P.O.V.] – Olympic Moon Pack
I follow the lights in the direction Frankie showed me. The light is flickering, almost as if it is candlelight. My suspicions are confirmed when I reach a clearing, bejeweled with white candles incased in glass lanterns. I would feel underdressed in my leggings and fleece, but my eyes finally settle on Duncan, who is wearing similar attire. I love him dressed up in his suits, but I love him better like this, we are outside beings. We find each other most deeply in nature.
“My moon,” he greets me. A devilish grin on his face. “Please, follow me.” I follow him to a group of trees and look at him confused. We are spending the night out here, I am sure, but where? He signals for me to look up where I see a wooden platform. “You’ll have to climb, but if
