Dressed in a light jacket because of the autumn wind, I let him lead me into the deep woods of Haven Island along a pathway that Finn called Duskin Trail. Browns, golds, and burnt reds comprised a beautiful rainbow in the treetops, showcasing autumn. Pine trees were just starting to get ready to drop their cones. The narrow trail weaved left and right through tall birches, a variety of maples, oaks, and many pines.
We had walked over half the width of the island before I eventually asked, “How much further?”
“It’s not far from here.”
I chuckled. “You’re planning on killing me and hiding my body, aren’t you? This isn’t the cliché romance you think it is, is it?”
He squeezed my hand, stopped me next to the tallest pine tree on the island, and compressed my chest to his. “I wouldn’t harm
