session?” Olive’s question tugs me out of my thoughts as our unit halts just outside the field. The pungent, earthy aroma mixed with that faint hint of sweet decay permeates the air. “I think so. It sounds…intriguing.” Nick lifts an eyebrow, the salty ocean breeze rippling his dark brown waves. “Interesting word choice. I’d have said dangerous, but whatever.” Is he trying to scare me? “How so?” He levels me with a you really are that naïve look and gestures toward the eyril field. “Do you really have to ask?”
