Alexander POV
I am a man who deals in facts, but the fact I was facing right now was unbearable and it was that I was a f*****g coward. I had used a young woman’s deepest trauma as a weapon because I couldn't handle my own failure.
I stood in the middle of the jungle, my lungs burning. Catherine had been gone for nearly three hours. I had tried to follow her immediately, but my leg—the one the stonefish had claimed as its trophy —was dragging. I was slow, and the jungle was a maze of deceptive paths and thick undergrowth.
The air was changing. The humidity had reached a saturation point where the oxygen felt like it was being replaced by steam. To the west, the sky was bruising, turning a deep, charcoal gray. This is what happens in the afternoon on the Island. After three weeks, I knew
