Chapter Thirteen
Before I could utter a syllable, Martin stepped in, donning his own flashlight, but when he panned it in the direction Tamryn’s voice had come from, she was nowhere to be found.
I squinted into the darkness, cursing. Considering the sheer number of trees, paths and random hidey-holes, there were too many ways she could have made her escape.
I peered around again, but Tamryn was long gone. I had defied her request and gotten slapped upside the head for my blatant disregard of her terms. I’d known this might happen and still, I’d allowed Martin to worm his way into my brain, using his analytical rationalization mumbo-jumbo. And look where that had gotten me.
I could hear Leah now—even envision her particular facial expression—as she chastised me. And yup, she would have
