"Get up, Ivana."

Kyl’s voice echoed through my fragile veil of sleep like a cold knife. I blinked against the light pouring through the linen drapes, the salt-kissed air from the seaside still clinging to my skin. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming again, having one of those my hallucination, it could be fantasy conjured by this place.

The island had that effect on me.

But then I turned and saw my suitcase standing by the door, zipped and ready. My clothes folded with ...