Aaron and I were pushed and nudged down the aisle. On our right, the sleek body of the ferry was painted white. On our left, the sapphire ocean stretched to the far far horizon.
Blue water heaved and foamed under our feet, clashing with the heavy body of the giant ship.
My eyes widened at the endless blue. A feat of intense hopelessness brought me dizzy and weak at the knees.
I thought Clara kept us in a hidden warehouse somewhere. I didn’t expect her to take us on a boat with her.
How was Cyrus supposed to locate us when his target was constantly on the run?
Where was Clara taking us?
Was she planning to escape to another country?
I exchanged a horrified look with Aaron.
He was thinking about the same thing…
We had to find Aaron’s jacket and sent General our location immediat
