“Bridges?” I stare at Quill the next morning as we eat breakfast in the mess together. “Where?”
Quill shrugs, still half asleep, holding out his plate for Beth to dump some of the pancakes she brought for him on it. “I heard some of the older Ones talking. Apparently, there are bridges that connect the islands. But not the island you’re on. That one is only accessible by boat.”
I stare down at my plate which is piled with food. “This entire place is like a thousand unsolved riddles.”
Beth giggles. “That’s almost poetic, Taylor.”
Quill yawns, “Yesterday sucked. I couldn’t even see you guys, and I only know a couple of Level Ones. The older students stick to themselves.”
Beth glances at me. “There were no Level Zero students aside from us. Although I still haven’t seen Anderson and Blyt
