Chapter 70

Harper

The trail dipped sharply, and soon we could hear the rush of water somewhere ahead. The air grew cooler, damp, and smelled faintly metallic — the kind of smell that clung to wet rocks.

Ruby spotted it first. "There!" she shouted, pointing.

The path opened up into a small clearing, a narrow stream cutting across the middle. The next checkpoint box was sitting on the other side, perched smugl