57: Brice
Brice
He didn’t hear from Piran for almost an hour. Brice paced the chamber, and he stood over the Cyastone. The buzz was soft now, reminded Brice of the sea lapping at the beach, the few times he’d gone that way from Haven. It made him think of Storm’s boat, too, and Joy piloting that inflatable thing to the shore.
It felt like a lifetime ago, like it had happened to someone else. And thinking further back was painful. When Brice thought of the night it all started—the crashed Proteus, the caves, the monster—his stomach twisted, and he had to shake his head to clear the feelings.
He didn’t know what he’d become.
But he was here, with this b****y relic. He was surrounded by Kaiahive. Wallowing in memories wasn’t going to help.
He focused on the guards, listened to their
