Kelly moved subtly, slipping between tents and away from the campfires to keep from being spotted. The teenagers scattered around the camp—those still in their tents or sitting by the fires—had already begun drifting toward Rowan, their faces twisted in rage at whoever was talking trash about their boss.
Well… that just made things easier.
Most of the tents were empty now, several campfires abandoned as everyone stomped toward Rowan at the center of the camp. With more space to move, Kelly stepped out of hiding and scanned the maze of tents around her.
"Now where could those dimwits possibly be," she muttered.
She headed deeper into the camp, her eyes sweeping over everything. That was when she noticed one particular tent tucked deeper in the shadows, guarded by about five teenagers in golden armor.
Now that she thought about it, the armor looked familiar. Her mind flicked back to that annoying boy who'd taunted them right before they entered the cursed forest.
