“So that’s the old castle? The haunted one?”
Paula winced at her friend’s American southern accent. It seemed so out-of-place here in the wildness with the gray, overcast sky over them and the cursed castle before them, now seemingly silent, empty. The ruined old fort they were hiding in offered small shelter against the wind.
“You’re finally awake?” she said, lightly mocking. “I thought I might have to carry you all the way back after that swoon.”
“I’m just fine,” said Johnny. He stood next to her, dusting his clothes before leaning against the stone wall. “You’d do that? Carry me back?”
Paula rolled her eyes. “I might just leave you here.”
Johnny winked at her, rifling through their provisions for a snack. “I don’t believe that, Lady Paula. That ain’t the honorable thing to do.”
Paula wished she had his good humor. She accepted the chocolate bar he offered…
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