9Sindie Lair“You're kidding me.”
Gregory crossed his arms like a defiant child. “Your move.”
The mist boiling from the rookeries was slightly overwhelming. Aldor's shoulder pressed against the mast. The boat shimmied along the shoreline, sugar-like sand only meters away. After everything they had been through, Aldor didn't know whether to be relieved or daunted by the island. The sun's rays weren't nearly as deadly as before. Their eyes raked the coastline for a safe place to land—there was none.
Aldor squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again when Laurence's voice drifted up to him. “You want to sail directly into some of the sharpest reefs known to man? Really?”
“Anything to get off this wretched thing.” Gregory kicked the mast, bored. “What? You got a better idea?”
Waves licked
