“I feel dizzy,” Fiona croaked as Linh knelt in dry sand beside her.
“She’s dehydrated,” Michael said, leaning over her. “We should get her out of the sun.”
“Is she ok?” Troy asked.
Linh turned back as Troy approached the arch, his wide-eyed gaze on Fiona. “Don’t!”
She was too late. He stepped through onto the sandy beach, and the yellow glow spiralling around the arch vanished, as did Linh’s view of the balcony and the castle’s interior. She stared through the arch across a few sandhills and rocks, then at the sea. The new island was small, consisting only of sandhills and stunted trees, the waves lapping its low-lying shore in every direction. Across the channel, on her right, lay a larger island fenced with stone. But there was no Red Cloak, and they were cut off from the archway whi
