Sunny
Larry’s map was s**t and it takes us nearly an hour and a half of backtracking to find the unmarked road he described, but eventually we do. Titus hides the Harley behind a boulder and we hike in on foot. He holds my hand and swings our arms together like we’re on a picnic or date of some kind.
The hike is about a half mile in and then the road just seems to stop.
There’s nothing here.
Titus turns around in a circle. “Wrong road?”
The hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “No,” I murmur. “I sense evil here.”
He raises his brows.
I’m used to people thinking I’m nuts when I say things like that, so I just shrug, but he scans the trees more closely. “From which direction?”
The pleasure of being believed does something fluttery to my chest. I close my eyes to feel the energy. It
