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    “What happened?” he asked gruffly.
    “Someone tried to get into my tent.”
    “ Which way did he go?” He poked his head outside the door. “Never mind. I see the tracks. I’ll be back. Use a shoelace and tie the zippers together.”
    “Wait! Where are you going?” I asked, beginning to freak out again.
    He took off without answering.
    I quickly zipped my tent and grabbed one of my boots. I unlaced it and wove the shoelace through the door zippers, tying it in several knots. That would at least slow someone down.
    I fell to the ground, scooting my back up against the far wall of the tent. My flesh prickled with every whoosh of the wind. I began feeling dizzy and clenched my eyes shut. It’s just a few days at the most. I was wet, dirty, mentally exhausted, and stuck in a tent, but I had to get through this.
    A thump outside the tent interrupted my thoughts. My eyes flashed open to reveal an empty tent. There were no shadows dancing outside. Maybe it was just the wind picking something up outside and tossing it around. Now I was only being overly jumpy. If anything, maybe it was Liam.
    Before I could get control of my breathing, something slammed against the right wall of the tent. I stood up immediately and grabbed a flashlight to shine on the tent wall. I couldn’t see anyone outside, but another slap on the tent confirmed someone was out there.
    “Go away,” I scr eamed, flipping off the lantern but keeping the flashlight on.
    A man’s deep v oice growled with the wind and my veins filled with terror. That was definitely not Liam. A finger began scratching the fabric of the tent drawing a straight line as the figure walked along the tent, taunting me.
    “ I’ll be watching you,” the voice murmured.
    Two hands pressed on the fabric of the tent so firmly that I could see the tip of each finger. My pulse raced, and my hands trembled as I shined the flashlight directly against the hand imprints. The wind gusts were nothing compared to the sounds of my own breathing.
    I tucked my legs underneath me , put the flashlight down and reached for the pepper spray with my trembling hands. I also grabbed the bear spray. If it worked on a bear, maybe it would cripple whoever was on the other side of the tent.
    “I can see you moving, grabbing useless things to hold on to in there,” he laughed wickedly. “But nothing you have will work against me.”
    “Don’t be so sure,” I hissed, wiping away the sweat that was now tricklin g down my forehead, even though it was freezing outside.
    His fingers released from the tent , and I turned off the flashlight. I didn’t want him to see me. I spun around slowly as I sat, looking for any sign of where he might be. The walls of the tent felt like they were closing in on me as my head pounded with fear.
    Unable to see any shadows lurking outside, I brought my legs out from under me and tightened myself into a ball, resting my head on my knees. I continually scanned all four walls around me for some sign. My mind began racing with horrid thoughts, knowing Liam was outside trying to track this person down and here he was back at the tent.
    “Over here,” the voice mocked me from behind before quickly running to another section. “No, over here.”
    I couldn’t place this guy’s voice. It didn’t sound like any of the CLs or campers.
    Fury began replacing fear as I listened for more clues from this trespasser, but I knew I needed to stay inside these four walls, as transparent as they seemed. There was a part of me, however, that wanted to fling open the door and hose him down with every spray I had and watch him writhe in pain.
    “You’re pathetic,” I replied.
    “It’s not me who’s pathetic. You’re the one who needed help earlier tonight, more than once if I recall.”
    “You should be worried. Terrified, especially once I get rid of Liam ,” he laughed as he spoke and suddenly jabbed the tent wall to my right. I made myself stiffen rather than jump,