The fire in the hearth of the cabin on Skull Island crackled and popped against the late night chill. Kylie snuggled down deeper in the confines of her blankets, wearing nothing but her panties beneath them. Her clothes were strewn across an old TV-dinner tray she had discovered and set up next to the fireplace. She had pulled one of the armchairs close and gotten as cozy as she could, trying to process the wild events of the night.
The impact on the water when she fell from the crumbling cliff had stunned her, but she came to her senses at the first lungful of water and managed to swim ashore, coughing and spluttering. Logan had met her at the water's edge and all but carried her inside. She had seen Marie's body on the way in, slumped against the outer wall, pale and bloodless, twin hol
