CHAPTER SIX
My slumber was broken at some ungodly early hour by a strange thumping noise. I shot up in bed and whipped my head around. At first, confusion reigned supreme until I remembered our climb up the mountain.
Thump.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I grasped the edge of the blanket close against my chest as I slowly turned my face toward the door.
Thump.
The sound matched the heavy beating of my heart, though not the fast tempo. The sound had definitely come from the door.
Thump.
I had positioned my head close to Ros’ head, and now in my terror, I creakily leaned toward him and shook his shoulder. My voice couldn’t do any more than a hoarse whisper. “Ros?” There was no reply, so I shook him hard enough that his head flopped about like a rag doll. “Ros!”
