Chapter 44

The thick, golden leaves brushed against his chest and shoulders, already warm from the sun. He watched Cassandra pass by as she headed toward the path through the forest, her long black hair sliding over her backpack and her hips swinging. It made him smile just to look at her, his smart, kind, witchy friend who had saved his life twice and was still determined to do it again.

At least she would still have Greg, once he was gone.

His chest started to hurt. Aiden gritted his teeth, willing the Crack to stay closed. He didn’t know what had started it. Thinking about his friends? Touching the vines? The sunlight? Everything? It didn’t stop when he moved away from the wall, but the pain was slight, still bearable. Aiden quickly pulled his T-shirt collar away from his neck so he could look down at his chest. There was no black ooze. Yet. And he was only a little chilled.