Leo looked at the bottle, then at Maya’s mischievous grin. "Well? Do you dare?" "Risky," she said, uncorking the bottle with a satisfying , "you have no idea who you're dealing with."

"And this," Leo replied, pointing to a flickering light deep in a crevice beneath an overhanging rock, "is where it gets interesting."

"Need a hand, or are you planning to sleep inside a nylon pretzel?"