Gem watched the man who had freed her from her stone prison walk away. Guilt surged through her. Why had she attacked him without giving him the chance to explain himself? She’d felt so much danger buzzing against her skin, but unless appearances were very deceiving, which they absolutely could be, that man was more lost and confused than she was.
Gem warily looked around the gazebo. Now that she wasn’t fighting for her life, she noticed that something was dangerously wrong with the Isle. She sensed it in the magic around her, felt an impending doom vibrating in her bones – and she was alone, terrifyingly and ominously alone on her Isle. The clearing was as silent as the grave.
Gem straightened her shoulders and followed the man Magna had sent to her. There was still no reason to trust h
