Callista’s eyes darted between the surveillance screens, her pulse thudding in her ears. Sebastian stood still nearby, his hands tucked behind his back.

“I checked the feeds,” he said at last in a low and clipped voice. “From the day you washed up here.”

Callista turned to him sharply. “And?”

He met her gaze. “You were alone.”

She blinked. “No one else?”

“Not a single soul. I went through every camera angle. The shoreline. The woods. Even the aerial drones. No boats ...