***JADE***

I focused on the narrow path ahead, seeing how the morning fog moved above the trees—light, shadowy, passing by like it was leading us along. Yet the longer I watched, the stronger a quiet doubt tugged at my thoughts—a subtle off-feeling pulling beneath my feet.

“Are you sure we’re on the right path?” I asked quietly.

Conry stopped.

He lifted the map, eyes narrowing, scanning the lines again and again with his finger—a new direction will suddenly pop out.

His ...