TWENTY
After a moment, Xan forced Jay to stop so she could slip off her heels. Clutching her shoes and her drink to her chest with her free arm, Xan trotted beside him, their bare feet slapping on the faintly lit path through the jungle.
Waves crashed, leaves rustled and something swooped between the trees overhead, but Xan couldn't see any of it clearly. Even the stars above only appeared between the gaps of the palm tree canopy turning the path into a tunnel of sorts. But a tunnel to where?
"Where are we going?" Xan demanded.
"I told you. The private Penguin jetty."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It's a jetty and it's private and it has no lights, so it's the best place to look at the stars." Jay pointed into the darkness ahead, where the lights ended. "There."
"What about the
