** Paige’s POV **

The forest is quiet and still. The only movements are the leaves as they flutter in the breeze, and the enforcers who are spread out wide, keeping a perimeter around us.

Remy’s the one who breaks the quiet. “There’s residue,” he murmurs, crouching beside the bank. “I can’t tell if it’s chemical, it doesn’t have a scent that I can detect.”

Ronnie joins him, rolling up his sleeves. “Don’t touch the water directly,” he warns. “Even trace amounts of ...