POV: Chloe 

I stood up and said it was time to prepare for the survey with what I hoped was professional decisiveness and what was probably transparent flight, and neither of them said a word, though I felt both of them watching me walk to the door.

Tristan drove...

The mountain road was everything three days of typhoon could produce. It was narrow and dramatic.

I watched the forest close around us and felt the ease of being in a car with someone whose judgment I trusted completely, which was a quiet thing and also not quiet at all.

"You remember that coastal survey trip," I said, somewhere around the...