The sea glimmered beneath the morning haze, endless and unknowable. Waves crashed against black rocks, hurling mist into the air. Adrian stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tearing through his hair as if trying to drag him back from what waited beyond the horizon.
Natalie tightened her grip on Ethan, her heart thudding. “Atlantis,” she whispered. “How do we even get there?”
Adrian’s jaw flexed. “The old submarine relay Kara mentioned—it’s somewhere off this coast. If we find it, we find a way in.”
“Assuming it’s still working.”
He turned toward her, eyes shadowed but alive. “If Voss is building something there, it’s working.”
The sky darkened as clouds rolled in. Thunder grumbled somewhere far away, as if the earth itself was warning them to turn back. But turning back wasn’t an
