Chapter Eight
Taylor Greig
Taylor turned to Kim, who still held the purple flower and was staring at it as though it was an alien. He frowned, then cleared his throat. “So, Kim, do ye want tae go first, or last?”
She snapped her head up. “First, please,” she replied without hesitation. “I’ve been stuck in this bloody cave long enough. Let me just grab my stuff.” After doing just that—including tucking the ygrene carefully into her bag and the purple flower into her hair—she hurried over to Chastain. “Ready when you are.” She glanced around at the other three with a nervous smile. “See you in a few.”
As they all muttered their responses, Chastain awkwardly reached out a hand. Equally awkwardly, Kim took it.
“Sure you’re ready?” Chastain asked, then did the slightest of double takes whe
