Layla’s POV
The forest feels different the moment I cross through the hidden path. It’s quieter here, the cold air like a blanket that softens every sound. Even my boots thumping against the stone sounds muffled.
The soft crunch of snow and the whistling of the wind are the only sounds around me. I take a deep breath, letting the cold air ease the sharp ache in my lungs.
I need to get to the car that Vincent left for me.
Looking around, I easily find the green ribbon tied to a tree at the beginning of a narrow path off to the left. This way. I make toward the ribbon, trying to recall the map Vincent had drawn as I peer over the side of the mountain.
The car should be waiting at the bottom of the ridge, which is nearly a ten-mile trek… something I’m not sure I’ll be able to do in m
