Ivy was fuming. She turned her head sharply, her braided hair whipping against Ethan’s face as if to emphasize her frustration.

Ethan chuckled under his breath. “Fiery, aren’t you?” he muttered.

He tried to be helpful anyway. “There’s no ghosts in these mountains, but it’s not exactly safe for a kid like you to be out here alone. You should head back down.”

“Nope,” Ivy said with stubborn defiance, her lips pouting. “Let’s go to ...