Back on the boat headed to East Port, I sat and stared out at the ocean.

“Rosalie, d*mn, you were good!” Georgia whistled at me, “But how did you know for sure Damian had Soren and Soren wasn’t harmed?”

It was easier to breathe going home than it had been going across to the islands.

“When he asked to let him rule the islands. If he didn’t have Soren alive, he wouldn’t dare to make that request,” I answered.

“Brilliant!” ...