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I just hadn't.
I sat there, huddled against the tree trunk, rough bark scratching my back as I shivered, staring out into the darkness until I stopped shivering, until I couldn't feel the cold.
"Nadia?"
I jumped.
A slow look around. Nothing. I was about to settle again when a voice floated over, barely louder than the sigh of the branches overhead. When I strained to hear, I caught the distinct sound of my name again.
Jack. He must have gotten up, unable to sleep, checked on me, and found me gone. I pushed to my feet.
"Over here!" I called, as loudly as I dared.
Tree branches creaked. A mouse scampered through the brush. Waves slapped against the canoes.
I squinted, trying to see a flashlight beam through the trees. I should have been able to make out the lodge lights from here, but I must have been in a particularly dense pocket, because every way I turned I saw only darkness.
"Nadia..."
A woman's voice skated around me. I spun following it and tripped, hands smacking the tree trunk as I caught myself.
"Nadia..."
A pale shape darted through the trees. I took two steps, then tripped in the undergrowth. Another two, east - I was sure it was east - but the brush only grew thicker, no path in sight.
Another flicker through the trees, followed by a girlish laugh that raised the hairs on my neck. I stopped and rubbed my arms.
"Nadia?"
A man's voice, sharp and clear. Definitely Jack. As I turned toward it, a light bobbed through the forest.
"Over here!" I called.
The light steadied, then jiggled again, as if moving, but coming no closer. I set out after it, tripping and bumbling through the undergrowth, unable to find the path. Finally, the trees and brush began to clear and, ahead, I saw not a flashlight, but a bare bulb over a cabin door. Branches swayed in front of the light, making it seem to move.
/> I squinted at the building, trying to see past the glare. I must have crossed my property line. My neighbors had a few cabins they rented "informally," and I'd heard they were in rough shape, like this one. But as I stared, my stomach started to dance, breaths coming sharp and shallow.
I knew this place. I'd been here -
"Isn't this Bobby Mack's cabin?" a girl's voice said behind me. "My dad says he uses it to dry pot, but they can never catch him."
That voice. Oh, God, I knew that voice.
"Amy," I whispered.
"You're not going to tell on me, girls, are you?"
Another voice I knew, couldn't forget, and my spine froze as I spun, searching. That bare bulb lit the forest edge and the patch of clearing in front of it. Empty forest, empty clearing.
"That depends on what you're going to give us to keep quiet," Amy's voice rang out, the teasing lilt making Aldrich chuckle.
"Oh, I think I've got something," Aldrich said.
"Amy..." My voice. A whisper at her ear, too low for Aldrich to hear. "I think we should - "
"Shhh, it's just pot, Nadia. Don't be a spoilsport. We'll have fun."
I blinked and saw the door right in front of me. I reached for the knob and turned it slowly. The door swung open. I stepped inside.
