No one spoke as they climbed the rest of the hill. Even the crunch of their feet on the leaf-strewn ground seemed to quiet down, letting them subconsciously listen for the sound of someone else in the woods. In that soft, new silence, Quincy sensed they weren't alone. She knew she was being foolish. That it was simply the by-product of what Betz had told them. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was in the woods with them. Not very far at all. Watching.
