Chapter 64 The Voss Heir

• Midnight in the woods was a living thing—a chorus of crickets, the rustle of leaves like whispered secrets, the moon a pale eye watching through the trees.
• Lily slept curled against Ghost, her cheek smudged with dirt, the teddy bear’s remaining button eye glinting in the firelight.
• Adam kept watch at the cabin’s lone window, his silhouette sharp against the glass, the pistol in his hand never quite still.