Ren looked out at the vast, shimmering blue of the ocean from outside the jungle.
Tomorrow. If they leave tomorrow, he could be in a clinic by evening. He could end this nightmare before it took root. But the way Cilian said 'my people' sent a different kind of chill down his spine. When they were rescued, they wouldn't be going to a public hospital. They'd be going back to Cilian's world.
"Look!" Kaelo pointed toward a jagged stretch of beach on the far side of the island. "The ocean has spat out more of the silver bird's skin!"
Spread across the black volcanic sand were several large chunks of the fuselage, glinting painfully bright in the afternoon sun. But as they got closer, Ren noticed something else. A trail of debris that didn't look like metal.
"Wait," Ren said, his pulse quickening. "Is that... a suitcase?"
