Lynn's POV:
We walk deeper into the trees, off any path I can identify. I'm barefoot — lost my shoes somewhere in the last hour — and the ground is cool and soft under my feet. Logan walks without hesitation, navigating the dark like he's been here a thousand times.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll like it." He squeezes my hand once.
He looks at me sideways — fond, slightly exasperated.
We come to a rock face tucked into the hillside, half-covered in moss. There's a gap at the base, low and narrow. Logan ducks without breaking stride, pulling me through behind him.
Inside is nothing like the gap suggested.
The cave opens wide, the ceiling vaulting overhead. A flat slab of granite fills most of the center floor — broad and smooth, worn into something that looks almost intentional. It sm
