Book 4: Blowing Hot and Cold

Sydney's POV

Killian was the most bipolar guy I had ever met. He disappeared somewhere, leaving me alone in a secluded tent in the middle of nowhere. The other tents were at a distance, and I would have to scream at the top of my lungs if I needed help. 

A refreshing shower made me feel human again, and I wandered around the tent, looking for food. The refrigerator was empty, and there was no sign of Killian. What was taking him so long? 

The tent had a cozy lounge and a tiny dining area as well. But there was no space to accommodate a spare mattress for me. I rearranged the furniture and created a corner where I could spread a blanket and sleep. 

Satisfied with the arrangement, I walked out to the wooden deck and stared into the darkness beyond. The site was lit up adequately, and I could see miles around me from the elevated hillside. I looked around for Killian when my eyes zeroed in on him near the well-lit restaurant. He w