He whispered. What? What does he mean? Where else could I go? She thought, but he was gone before she could ask him any of the questions running through her mind.
Chapter 12 Amanda sat on the ground wrapped tightly in Cole’s thick cloak. The temperature was dropping fast so he had built a fire. It was strange, Amanda had never sat around a camp fire before, and it gave her the oddest feeling. The bright fingers of the fire lit their small circle and a few feet beyond. The flames stretched out and cast an orange hue across everything they touched. Even Cole’s dark eyes had a tinge of orange to them. Where the fire’s light couldn’t quite reach was a sheet of utter darkness that her eyes couldn’t pierce no matter how hard she tried. Their circle, suspended in light, made her think of the pre-Columbus days. Like if she took one step from the light of their circle she would fall right off the end of the earth.
