Chapter 7: Mountains
I stall as long as I can. There’s no way I want to get back on the bike.
One of Cadence’s distraction techniques ought to do the trick—and I have more than enough questions to keep him busy for days. “What was on the other side of that fence?”
“What fence?” Ash fastens his pack and holds it out to me.
Yeah, I don’t think so. Not happening. “Yesterday. Before you made me get on that thing.”
“The bike? Cady used to love biking. We had these cute little miniature bikes to practice on. Spent more time repairing and recharging them than riding, but still.”
I cross my arms, still ignoring the outstretched pack.
He plops it down and throws up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. You’re talking about the haunted village.”
Cadence snorts. “It wasn’t haunted.”
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