  SASHA POV
  &quot;Rika, are you sure we re going the right way?&quot; Zoe asks for at least the sixth time as we rumble down a poorly paved road that doesn t look to be even two vehicles wide. I sincerely hope we don t run into anyone going the opposite direction, although we haven t seen any other vehicles since we turned off the main state route running through the last town we went through, about ten minutes ago.
  &quot;That s what the GPS said, but it just lost signal,&quot; Rika gripes. &quot;Your guess is as good as mine.&quot;
  &quot;We have that map from the reservation confirmation email. I know we printed it before we left. Can you make heads or tails of it?&quot;
  &quot;I ll do my best. It s been ages since I ve actually had to read a map.&quot;
  &quot;You, at least, have been around since before GPS existed! If I miss a turn because your memory is failing you in your ol

  ZOE POV
  I hope Rika and Sasha buy me whatever I want for dinner when we wrap this group date outing. Helping them pretend to be novices at archery by using my metal manipulation skills to nudge their arrows off-course—thank the powers that be that this archery range uses metal-tipped arrows—while flubbing my own shots is one of the most difficult things I ve ever had to do in the field. Constant concentration, constantly alert—I can t even find much energy to spare on flirting with Callum, which is a shame, because he s the one we most need to be distracted. When he s not focused on his target down range, more often than not he s watching Sasha and Drake, and I don t like the look in his eyes, like he s trying to decide whether or not he should interfere in their relationship.
  And for the sake of our mission, that can t happen. Drake is so into her it s not even funny. It s actuall

  DRAKE POV
  &quot;I dunno what you so upset about, man. We had to know,&quot; Callum insists for what feels like the hundredth time since Nikki left us in our favorite training spot. We re back home now, trying to work, but I for one can t focus worth a damn.
  &quot;I thought it was pretty obvious from when we first met her that she isn t human, and we still don t know what she is,&quot; I retort irritably. &quot;What was the point of asking that question like that, first thing—&quot;
  &quot;If you re so convinced she s the one, I would think nailing down that minor piece of information would be pretty fucking important,&quot; Xander counters with heavy sarcasm.
  &quot;I ve told you, I ll handle it. I just don t think there s anything wrong with taking it slow, having a normal sort of courtship—&quot;
  &quot;Courtship? My dude, plenty of supernaturals and humans alike go all the wa

SASHA POV
  &quot;Rika, are you sure we re going the right way?&quot; Zoe asks for at least the sixth time as we rumble down a poorly paved road that doesn t look to be even two vehicles wide. I sincerely hope we don t run into anyone going the opposite direction, although we haven t seen any other vehicles since we turned off the main state route running through the last town we went through, about ten minutes ago.
  &quot;That s what the GPS said, but it just lost signal,&quot; Rika gripes. &quot;Your guess is as good as mine.&quot;
  &quot;We have that map from the reservation confirmation email. I know we printed it before we left. Can you make heads or tails of it?&quot;
  &quot;I ll do my best. It s been ages since I ve actually had to read a map.&quot;
  &quot;You, at least, have been around since before GPS existed! If I miss a turn because your memory is failing you in your old age—&quot;
  &quot;I m working on it!&quot;
  I trust Rika and Zoe with my life, but as I wat

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