Keanu
Night fell and the forest changed. Tempest said we can’t travel at night and will have to wait until daylight to leave.
The canopy blocked most of the starlight, but what filtered through turned everything silver and shadow. The spring beside us caught the glow and held it, changing the water into a ribbon of liquid moonlight. The temperature dropped, the way it does in old forests where the trees hold the cold close to the ground, but I didn’t feel it. The heat beneath my skin was running hotter than it had all day.
Tempest had built a small fire. Not with matches. She’d placed her palm against the kindling and it had caught, a flicker of heat that came from her hand like the most natural thing in the world. I’d watched her do it and said nothing. She’d told me to keep her secret
