After six long hours in the car, driving on dirt roads through the forest, we pull up to what I guess you could call a cabin on a lake. It’s not really a cabin at all though, being as it’s easily the size of the pack house, if not larger. From the outside, it looks to be made of timber, with reflective glass allowing us to see only the surrounding woods, lake, and sky.
“At least it’s nice.” I say blandly.
Joseph huffs beside me, probably rolling his eyes, “You know, Gabe is only doing this to protect you.” He says.
“Joseph, with all due respect, your brother can bite me for all I care. Please don’t talk about him anymore.” I say, looking at him with the same glare he’s sending me.
He really does roll his eyes now, before turning and getting out of the car.
“You’re acting like a
