Skye's POV
Ezra sent two guards down to the dock immediately. I followed him back to the main house and we both stood on the porch, watching their flashlights bounce across the dark grass as they made their way down the path toward the water.
It took them almost twenty minutes to come back. When they did, one of them was holding a length of cut wire, the ends sharp like someone had used real cutters instead of just yanking it loose.
"It was cut clean," the guard said, handing it to Ezra. "Whoever did it knew exactly where the line ran through. There were no footprints, and no sign of anyone still out there."
"Lock the whole island down," Ezra ordered. "Nobody goes in or out, until I say otherwise."
Zoey came out of her room when she heard the commotion in the hallway, still in her paj
