Troy

“Are you sure about this?” Keaton tossed a bundle of supplies taken from Damian’s camp into one of the skiffs, glancing up at me as I handed him a basket filled with what looked like a varied assortment of dried food.

“I don’t have time to return to Dianny. It’s halfway through August already. We have until late October before—”

“Before the ice, I understand.” Keaton wasn’t happy about my decision to break from the Persephone and ...