ZION

The sound of a broken twig caught my attention immediately. I turned and saw no one there.

“Where the hell is she?”

I’ve been waiting out here for hours, holding this heavy bag of miscellaneous stuff I didn’t feel safe carrying. 

“Zion!”

Eza burst from the bushes, jumping on my back. “Gotcha!”

I stumbled forward and nearly dropped the bag I was holding. “You’re going to get us in trouble, Eza,” I growled, shrugging her off. ...