Twenty-eight
Brice stared up at the tree. “We go over it?” he asked, even though he knew that wasn’t an option. Even if they could cut through with their knives, the creatures waited inside.
“What do you think?” Tris snapped back.
“There another way round?”
“I’m checking. Stop asking stupid questions.”
Brice held his hands up in surrender and stepped back a pace, then played his torches over the trees. Shadows shifted all around, and up high branches moved through more than the wind. All it would take was a handful of the creatures to drop, and Brice and Tris would be done for. Even if the first ones burnt up, the ones behind would have some shelter from the light. Enough to take a few swipes with their claws. And that was all it would take.
They should have walked faster. If Tris ha
