Faye–POV
I couldn't remember where I had first heard the name Runa Thornhart. Only one person might have the answers to my questions, and if it wasn't my mom, then it had to be Tristan—the man who seemed to know things he was unwilling to discuss.
“What should we do now?” Nicole asked, her voice tinged with worry.
“This island is far away, and we can’t leave without a boat or ship. Plus, there’s no food around; we can't stay here,” she continued, her gaze scanning the desolate landscape.
“We are not staying here,” I declared confidently.
“How do you plan to get us out of here?” Amy inquired, skepticism coloring her tone.
“I plan to call Atlas here. He can use teleportation magic if I'm correct,” I explained, looking over at Lavender, who nodded, confirming my assumption was correct.
