The camp buzzed with excitement as new campers settled in, laughter and chatter filling the air. Keegan moved through the crowd, greeting campers and making sure everyone was comfortable. Among the campers, Reverie found herself quickly chatting with a girl named Mia, who seemed friendly and curious.

As they all lined up for the introduction of the counselors, Reverie’s eyes drifted—just a heartbeat too long—toward one of the counselors. He was tall, calm, moving through the campers with a quiet authority, a faint smirk tugging at his lips when a kid tried to sneak past him. Keegan.

She nudged Mia nervously, her voice barely above a whisper. “Um… which cabin is he in?”

Mia glanced at her with a grin. “Silverwood Cabin.”

Reverie’s eyes went wide. Her chest tightened and a little thrill curled in her stomach. “How… how do I get in??” she breathed, almost panicked, her hands twisting together in anticipation. The thought of being in Silverwood with him—so close, under the same roof—made her pulse race like it had a mind of its own.

Mia leaned in, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. “Well… you don’t exactly get to choose,” she said, voice low so no one else could hear. “But hey… maybe luck’s on your side.”

She gave Reverie a playful nudge, clearly enjoying the panic and excitement in her friend’s wide-eyed expression. “Just… don’t make it obvious you’re praying to end up there. Keegan notices everything.”