" There, just off the path, was a tiny opening in the trees that Lex had passed right by without even noticing. It led to a narrow dirt lane that twisted through a mass of craggy shrubberies and ultimately disappeared in a patch of trees.
“Here we are,” said Driggs in a chipper voice. “Off you go, special superpowery second-generation Grim.”
Lex bit her lip and stared at the scary path. “Okay.”
“Okay then.”
“I’m going.”
“Bon voyage.”
He wasn’t letting her back out of this one, not when she’d been so cocky. Tentatively, she tiptoed through the opening and into the trees, her sneakers kicking up leaves left and right.
One minute and seven seconds later she burst back out onto the path, panting and clutching her stomach.
“Ready to move in?” Driggs asked wryly.
Lex was so grateful he didn’t say “I told you so,” she fell in love with him all over again. “I don’t think Ikea delivers to creepy enchanted forests,” she choked out.
“Pity. I so love the neighborhood. "

― Gina Damico , Scorch (Croak, #2)