The path was narrow and barely discernible in the dim light. I had to navigate carefully as I moved deeper into the woods.
The further I went, the more overwhelming the pull became.
Then, I saw him.
He stood at the edge of a small clearing with his back facing me. He didn’t move as I approached. Nor did he acknowledge me. But I knew he was aware of my presence.
“Mateo.”
He stiffened. Slowly, he turned to face me. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not?” I asked, stepping closer. “What are you afraid of?”
His jaw tightened as he stared off into the trees. “You don’t understand, Laura. This isn’t a game. There are things in this town… things in me… that you don’t want to be involved with.”
“I’m already involved,” I retorted frustratedly. “I see how people protect you. They know something. And I’m determined to uncover it… with or without your help.”
Mateo’s gaze flared with a mixture of fear, anger, and something I couldn’t name. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. You have no idea what’s at stake.”
“Then tell me,” I demanded. “What’s happening? Why do you keep disappearing? Why is everyone so scared? Help me understand.”
“I can’t.”