He isn’t.
Looking around, I notice a pathway of tealight candles placed on the ground in mason jars, leading to who the hell knows where.
Confused, I send Jett a quick text.
Izzy
Are you even here? I don’t see your truck.
His reply comes back almost instantly.
Jett
Follow the candles.
Izzy
Scavenger hunt? Not starting off strong there, Beast.
Not waiting for his reply, I reluctantly play along. I’m here to talk, and here I am, following fucking candles.
Yay for me.
Is it too late to run away? Fuck.
No.
Just like fear, I’m done with running.
Taking a breath, I manage to pull my shoulders back, straighten my posture, and raise my chin the fuck up.Following the candlelit pathway, I turn a corner past the row of trees, and a giant green barn comes into view.
Why the fuck am I going to a barn? Also, why the hell is it green, and why is it all the way back here?
I’m growing more annoyed with each step, yet I continue on my trek.
Approaching the barn, I notice a sign hanging on the door.
More to this scavenger hunt?Ugh.
The sign reads, “I know I haven’t given you many reasons to trust me lately, but I need you to try to have a little faith in me. I plan on giving you every reason to stay this time. I want to remind you...”
Remind me of what? Why does it end there?
With a huff, I open the barn doors and am met with none other than a saddled-up Harry Fucking Trotter.
“Oh, fuck no,” I declare, a little louder than I expected.
Whipping out my phone, I don’t hesitate to send the next text.
Izzy
HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!
Jett
Do you trust me?
Izzy
