Chapter 29

I'm about to ask when he steps forward and casts a glance over his shoulder to confirm no one is behind us - which is probably just a force of habit, because we've been up here together twice now, and not once have I seen a single person, even though someone must be looking after the old place - then he slams his shoulder into the door, and It swings open, the old hinges creaking with the force behind it, but giving way as easily as if it had just been pulled to.

Jake turns to grin at me, and I just gape at him, not daring to look into the room beyond the door, even as my eyes keep begging me to.

"Dude, what the hell?" I hiss, taking a step back. He reaches out to me but, seeing my expression, his arms drop back to his side. "This is trespassing. And breaking and entering!"

"Technically, we were already trespassing the second we crossed the fence on the trail up here. And the lock was already broken. It's been like that for a while and nobody's bothered to fix it. It's