When Tate felt something hard and cold brush against his cheek, he began to stir from sleep. With a subtle groan, he tried to move his head away from it, but when he did, the same sensation also knocked alongside his nose, pressing it into an uncomfortable, harsh surface. Peeking through squinted eyes, he tried to figure out what had been pressing into his face, and had to blink a few times before his brain registered what exactly was situated just inches away.
Black lava rock?
“What the f**k?” he groaned. With the tips of his fingers, he pushed himself slightly away from the rocky wall, yet something hold him in place and push him back against it again. Louder, he cried, “What the f**k!”
“Tate?” he heard Jaelyn gasp. Her voice came from somewhere beneath him.
Beneath him?
“What the
