Chapter 118

• Shelia and I jogged through the woods, leaping over roots, and ducking under low branches. The way back to the cave felt like an eternity. Neither of us spoke, but the tension hung heavy in the air. As we neared the entry, I realized I wasn’t concerned about Tyler at all. At least I had that going for me.
• Instead, a weight settled in my stomach as I worried about Alec. I wish I could say I was equally worried about Kyle and Malcom, but I wasn’t. All I could think of was that I needed him to be safe.
• I told myself it was because last time we’d met Tyler, he’d nearly died, but I had a feeling there was more to it than that. It made me feel guilty. I was a terrible friend. Kyle had broken me out of captivity, and Malcom was literally blood. Why couldn’t I worry for them on the same level?