Chapter 47 - Campfire attack

Maddie had never taken watch before. She had done all nighters at parties, but she was beginning to see how much harder it was to stay awake without the stimulation of alcohol and music and a man or two. The only entertainment she had was watching the soft rise and fall of Michael’s chest as he slept. Strangely, it did help to pass the time. It soothed her and she quickly found herself lost in its rhythm. After a while, she had grabbed his jacket and tucked it over herself like a blanket. She told herself it was to fight off the chill of the night, but the mild air taunted her of that lie.

It had been hours since he had finally fallen asleep. He fought it for such a long time, jerking at every owl’s hoot or flap of a bat’s wing, that Maddie was convinced neither of them would get any rest that night. However, each time he woke, his eyes fell to her and he relaxed. Then he would drift back to sleep, falling deeper and deeper every time until he stopped waking. Pride swelled in her