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behind.”
Brock rubbed his scruffy chin. His tone lightened some as he said, “Hayden and Bex can project. They could sneak out there and open the Gate, and we could carry their bodies to them.”
I considered this for a moment, then shook my head. “They’re not Forged. We don’t know if they can even open the Gate, or if they can fight off that massive mist of Dark souls. They’re not strong enough.”
Brock huffed and rolled onto his back. “Then I’m out of ideas. Maybe Hayden’s right. We should just get the hell out of here.”
I sat up and stared at him. “You are not giving up, Brock. We will figure this out, and we will get through that Gate, and you will get back to Asia. We promised each other.” When he didn’t answer—didn’t even look at me—I turned to Hayden. “Is there any way to camouflage ourselves? Maybe we could steal some clothes and try to pass through the camp?”
Hayden snorted. “You and Bex, maybe, but Brock and I will never pass.”
“It doesn’t have to be perfect. We can stay on the outskirts of the camp, and it’s only until we reach the water.”
“We could do it!” Bex said excitedly. “And once we hit the water, it’s pretty much balls to the walls to get out to the Gate anyway, right? Not like we’re taking a moonlit dip in that shit.”
Hayden groaned, expressing his dislike for our plan, but he knew it was a plan. The only one we had. So we huddled together as night fell completely, shivering against the cold. At least half of the beastly creatures left camp to hunt, and by the grace of God, they hadn’t sniffed us out already, but had headed away from us. Before their noses did lead them in our direction, we slid down the other side of the dune and crept to the first dark tent on the edge of camp. Bex and I snuck in while Hayden and Brock kept watch behind a burning barrel. At least it gave them a bit of warmth, too.
“There’s no way these are going to fit the guys,” Bex whispered as she held up a jacket inside the tent that would barely fit me, let alone Brock or Hayden.
“We’ll have to do the best we can,” I said.
The tent contained two beds, two trunks, a table with a dim lantern on it, and a chair. I could only hope the woman who slept on my side of the tent was larger boned. Her size was definitely bigger, but the guys were going to look ridiculous. No way would we be able to fool anyone.
“Hey, look at these,” Bex said. “They’ll work, right?”
Now she held up what looked like a cape. No, a poncho. She pointed to another one draped over the chair.
“Perfect,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”
We threw on the coats we’d found, buttoned them up, and pulled the hoods over our heads. They both reached to our knees, with a tighter bodice and waist and then flaring over the hips. I’d found some goggles, too, to hide us a little more and also help us to blend in. The goggles would have been nice when we were traveling through the desert, but maybe they could help in the water, too.
After a quick peek through the door to check for others, we walked out like we belonged and headed straight for the barrel where the guys hid. They grumbled quietly about the clothing we gave them.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I snapped. “Hurry up.”
Both of them were tall and broad-shouldered, and neither could pass for women, so we stayed on the very edge of the camp and hurried toward the shore. We were almost there when two giggling women emerged from a tent right in front of us, both of them completely naked, their skin glowing in the darkness. Both of them just as beautiful as Hayden had said they would be. Except their eyes. Although one had blond hair and paler skin while the other was a brunette with a darker undertone to her flesh, both had the same eye color: ink black. They stood in front of us, smiles on their faces, arms around each other while their free hands roamed over the other’s body. Right in front of
Brock rubbed his scruffy chin. His tone lightened some as he said, “Hayden and Bex can project. They could sneak out there and open the Gate, and we could carry their bodies to them.”
I considered this for a moment, then shook my head. “They’re not Forged. We don’t know if they can even open the Gate, or if they can fight off that massive mist of Dark souls. They’re not strong enough.”
Brock huffed and rolled onto his back. “Then I’m out of ideas. Maybe Hayden’s right. We should just get the hell out of here.”
I sat up and stared at him. “You are not giving up, Brock. We will figure this out, and we will get through that Gate, and you will get back to Asia. We promised each other.” When he didn’t answer—didn’t even look at me—I turned to Hayden. “Is there any way to camouflage ourselves? Maybe we could steal some clothes and try to pass through the camp?”
Hayden snorted. “You and Bex, maybe, but Brock and I will never pass.”
“It doesn’t have to be perfect. We can stay on the outskirts of the camp, and it’s only until we reach the water.”
“We could do it!” Bex said excitedly. “And once we hit the water, it’s pretty much balls to the walls to get out to the Gate anyway, right? Not like we’re taking a moonlit dip in that shit.”
Hayden groaned, expressing his dislike for our plan, but he knew it was a plan. The only one we had. So we huddled together as night fell completely, shivering against the cold. At least half of the beastly creatures left camp to hunt, and by the grace of God, they hadn’t sniffed us out already, but had headed away from us. Before their noses did lead them in our direction, we slid down the other side of the dune and crept to the first dark tent on the edge of camp. Bex and I snuck in while Hayden and Brock kept watch behind a burning barrel. At least it gave them a bit of warmth, too.
“There’s no way these are going to fit the guys,” Bex whispered as she held up a jacket inside the tent that would barely fit me, let alone Brock or Hayden.
“We’ll have to do the best we can,” I said.
The tent contained two beds, two trunks, a table with a dim lantern on it, and a chair. I could only hope the woman who slept on my side of the tent was larger boned. Her size was definitely bigger, but the guys were going to look ridiculous. No way would we be able to fool anyone.
“Hey, look at these,” Bex said. “They’ll work, right?”
Now she held up what looked like a cape. No, a poncho. She pointed to another one draped over the chair.
“Perfect,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”
We threw on the coats we’d found, buttoned them up, and pulled the hoods over our heads. They both reached to our knees, with a tighter bodice and waist and then flaring over the hips. I’d found some goggles, too, to hide us a little more and also help us to blend in. The goggles would have been nice when we were traveling through the desert, but maybe they could help in the water, too.
After a quick peek through the door to check for others, we walked out like we belonged and headed straight for the barrel where the guys hid. They grumbled quietly about the clothing we gave them.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I snapped. “Hurry up.”
Both of them were tall and broad-shouldered, and neither could pass for women, so we stayed on the very edge of the camp and hurried toward the shore. We were almost there when two giggling women emerged from a tent right in front of us, both of them completely naked, their skin glowing in the darkness. Both of them just as beautiful as Hayden had said they would be. Except their eyes. Although one had blond hair and paler skin while the other was a brunette with a darker undertone to her flesh, both had the same eye color: ink black. They stood in front of us, smiles on their faces, arms around each other while their free hands roamed over the other’s body. Right in front of
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