Ashlyn's POV
Evan approached the tent with deliberate steps, pausing just outside. I held my breath, wondering what he was about to do. Then I noticed the glint of a knife in his hand.
Without a moment's hesitation, he slashed through the fabric of the tent. With one swift motion, he tore it open as easily as wrapping paper on Christmas morning.
Jessica and Nico yelped in unison. Their naked bodies tangled together, fully exposed under the pale moonlight.
“Having fun?” Evan asked in a voice dripping with mockery.
Crossing his arms, he stood towering over them. “You guys really seem to have some guts to do this!”
Jessica scrambled to her feet, frantically clutching at her disheveled clothes. “Evan, have you gone crazy? What’s your problem?”
“The problem isn’t with him, Jessica,”
