Orion Dawson

A trail of blood marks my path. Hanson’s men beat me until I can barely see. Some of my wounds heal, but there are so many—I might not have the strength to cast Mary away from the island, but I’ll be damned if I follow through with the ritual that would leave her dead. With one eye bruised shut, I place the other on my destination—and what awaits is Hanson and Mary with his helmet shoved on her head—I’m going to kill him.

“Oh, great, Adam, you finally ...