CHAPTER SEVEN
Royce staggered up the beach, every part of his body feeling bruised. Even so, he knew he was better off than Matilde and Bolis, both of whom were injured, limping along in his wake only with the help of Neave and Mark.
“We’re trapped here,” Bolis managed to grumble through the pain.
It would have been better if he weren’t right. The remnants of the ship that had brought them here were long since blown away, leaving just the island and its beaches. The island looked beautiful in its way, verdant and tree covered, with the heady musk of flowers filling the air. Even so, Royce had no wish to be stuck here for the rest of his life. Especially not with Sir Bolis.
“We’ll find a way off here,” Royce promised. “We’ll build a boat if we have to. We’ll find my father, and we’ll ge
