We had no choice but to wait. The Komodo dragon looked like it had settled in for the long haul too, since it remained at the bottom of the tree, arching its squat neck to look up at us. Its long tongue flicked in and out, as if tasting the air – or tasting our fear and sweat – and I shuddered.
"Why did you come here?" I asked Felicia, trying to distract myself from the ravenous beast right below.
"I needed to do something," she replied, before her eyes narrowed. "And what on earth were you doing, then? Answer me, Forrest Chapman!" I glared at her instinctively, responding to her anger. "Were you following me?"
"Alright. I guess I was," I replied, resigned. There was no point hiding it from her, since she had figured it out. "I was following you. I don't trust your brother entirely, and
