I was back to doing the first thing I’d done coming to Etheria: researching everything about this goddamn place. Not a clue nor trace about Etheria or volyrs or Guardians or the Defense Bureau or the VDA or Randine or Elliot or the clans. When Rego had connected me to Wi-Fi, he’d told me Internet on this island worked a little differently. I highly doubted even a speck of news on this island could be hidden from the outside world.
I paced in my room in antsy repetition, faster the more unsuccessful the results. The midnight sky was pitch black out the window. It was hours past dinner with the Elrians when my anxiety lurked. I was lost on who to talk to since too many people owed me an explanation for too many reasons.
Randine had said the party at the hotel was to bait someone. Who? Wh
