…RILEY…
The cool water of the river was a blessing, washing away the heat of my anger and the lingering memory of my sister’s smug face.
She’d insisted on coming, pretended to know the trails, and led us straight into a washed-out, dangerous section just to prove a point. Our fight had been explosive, a decade of sibling rivalry culminating in her storming off toward the car and me plunging into the woods, needing to get away from her, from everything.
“Coming?" I repeated.
He smirked and a wicked idea sparked. I flipped over, treading water, and gave him a slow, deliberate smile before splashing a huge arc of water directly at him.
He flinched, droplets darkening his grey t-shirt, plastering it to the hard planes of his chest. “You’re going to get wet, Soren,” I called out, my voic
