The last time I had been in a setting like this was quite different and I found myself desperately longing for the magical place Garreth had shown me. Looking back in the direction of the highway, I found the noisy whoosh of tires on asphalt was growing more distant by the second. The music I had heard from the shoulder had definitely been misleading. I assumed we were close to the rave but I was sadly mistaken. This was taking longer than it should have. I became very edgy as I realized we were walking farther and farther away from civilization. I would have made a run for it if it hadn’t been for the tail end of our party keeping a tight watch on me. Brynn guarded my every step, as though predicting I would disappear from our group in a heartbeat. I imagined plans to escape, dreaming that the night would get ridiculously darker and I’d slip away into it; or, maybe I’d get lucky and a branch would snap back and whack Brynn in the face, allowing me to run for it. My hand itched like crazy to find that branch, but no such luck.
