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The ground was hard, but Serin didn’t care. She could sense it still held some life, and that was all that mattered.
She cracked her eyelids apart a fraction. Daniel’s concerned face hovered over her. Logan was bending over her, too.
“When did you get here?” It was meant to be a normal question voiced in a normal tone, but it came out in a thin raspy whisper. Her lips cracked in the process, bleeding into her mouth.
“I got here just before you and Di blew that s**t to kingdom come,” Logan said, her animated face glowing.
Connell, Logan’s mate, appeared next to her. He was pale as a sheet. Serin guessed he had just realized how close the island had come to becoming a giant fireball.
“We were close by in Florida,” Logan said. “I could feel you and Diana—the power you were pulling on
