The storm arrived at midnight, a howling gale that lashed the lighthouse keeper's cottage with sheets of freezing rain. The windows rattled in their frames, the fire guttered in the hearth, and the sea below the cliffs roared like a living thing. The team had retreated to the main room, their faces drawn with exhaustion, their bodies huddled beneath every blanket the cottage could provide. They had been waiting for two days, and the waiting was beginning to wear on them all.
Caleb stood at the window, watching the storm rage across the black water. Somewhere out there, beyond the reach of the wind and the waves, Raina Voss was making her way toward them. Renner's message had gotten through—a single, encrypted burst that had traveled through a dozen relays before reaching the clinic in Por
