Sleeping in the jungle was not nearly as simple as Maggie had imagined. As night fell, the animals that hid in the trees seemed to decide it was time to come out. Leaves rustled, and unseen things growled and snorted. The fire still burned between Bertrand and Maggie, keeping away the chill that had crept over the mountaintop.
Maggie inched closer to the embers. It seemed wrong that a few hours ago she had been sweating to death and now she was too cold to sleep. A simple spell could have fixed it. But it could have melted her skin off, too.
Maggie stared up at the sky, blocking the haze of the firelight with one hand. Stars peered out from the black, but they weren’t stars she had ever seen before. There were no constellations she recognized. Seven stars seemed to be brighter than the r
