Ember POV

Ember looked at him and pouted, making him laugh.

“Can you at least give me a hint?”

Marksman turned back to the road and hummed thoughtfully. “It’s a place that is considered a local treasure and super-secret. I could get excommunicated from Hope Springs for taking you there.”

“Fine, don’t tell me,” she said, turning her head to look out the passenger window.

Marksman chuckled. “Do you want to listen to some music?” he asked, leaning forward to turn on the stereo.

“Sure,” she replied, not looking at him.

They were in her car, and the top was down. It was one of those hot, pre-summer days that...