Tyler’s POV

I parted my mouth from her trembling lips.

            She was cold and pale despite the balmy breeze here in the spring.

            Something is wrong with her. I can smell it. Feel it.

            My hands immediately reached for her bag even before she could protest. And there was only gasoline and matches, a torch and a lighter. “So we’re going to have a barbecue and you didn’t bring any meat?”

            She chuckled, eyes looking straight at the body of water before us. “I hope you can teach me how to hunt. A rabbit will do.”

            She’s been speaking all along without looking me in the eyes. Something is very...