CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
If they kept drifting out to sea like this, Ceres felt, they would die. Ceres was certain of it. Either the sun would bake them, or predators would come for them, realizing that Ceres no longer had the strength to fight them off.
The small boat had a piece of driftwood they could use as a makeshift paddle, but there seemed to be nowhere to paddle to. Instead, they bobbed along like some child’s toy, at the mercy of the wind and the currents.
Ceres’s lips cracked with thirst as they floated. She barely had the strength to lift her head and look out over the expanse of the water that stretched to the horizon in every direction.
She heard Eike moan beside her. The girl was barely conscious now, because despite the water all around them, there was none that they could
