Ethan

“What do you want instead, Chloe?” he asks.

She hugs her arms tighter across her chest. “I just hate the pitch black out here. Can’t I leave a lantern on?”

“Because that draws in every critter within a mile,” I mutter.

Chloe’s eyes go wide with exaggerated horror. “Critters? Like actual wild animals? What if something attacks me in my sleep?!”

Robert gets up, moving to soothe her. “No one’s been bothered by wildlife here in ages. You’ll be perfectly safe. The tent walls are sturdy, and Ethan will be right there with you.”

I snort under my breath and keep nudging the last glowing pieces of wood into...