Chapter 188
- Lucia's POV
- We left the fake village behind, doors banging in the hot wind. The map on Sofia’s arm led us into real jungle now.. vines thick as my wrist, leaves dripping ash like dirty snow. Air tasted like pennies and flowers rotting together.
- Mateo.. the wrong one.. slept against my shoulder, dead weight. Ryan carried the guns. Sofia walked point, bandage already black with blood.