The wind on the grassland was strong, blowing their hair into messy nests. Evelyn Ford chewed on a blade of dry grass, gazing wistfully into the distance.
"I thought we were following the compass. How did we still get it wrong?"
While her sense of direction wasn't the best, she could at least tell the cardinal directions apart.
Rhys Chase had shown real foresight by putting Flynn Hansen in charge. If Flynn hadn't woken up, they probably would have spent the day walking in circles on this grassland.
"Why didn't you guys wake me up?"
Flynn Hansen was mortified. He felt like he'd been nothing but a burden on this trip—first a fever, then fainting, and on top of that, he was mooching food, drinks, and even a new pair of shoes.
