SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
My gaze locked hard on the man standing before me, the one with striking platinum hair and dark sunglasses shielding his eyes. He was exactly Dallius's height, same broad, powerful build, same lean, cut frame—like they'd been carved from the same mold.
Oh my god. What is he doing here? How did he even get onto this island?
"I didn't expect you'd come all this way yourself. Where's Percival?" Dallius asked, his voice low and even.
Percival. That name sent a jolt straight through me. I knew that name, and I knew exactly who he was—the blonde man I'd run into once, a whole year ago. The one who'd lied straight to my face, claiming he had no idea where Dallius was. He'd acted so well, so convincing, and I'd believed him completely. Turns out he'd been in on everything from the start.
