Third Person's POV
The air on Imperial Isle was different when they returned. Heavier somehow, quieter in a way that only survivors of a war could understand. The sea breeze no longer smelled like salt and iron, but like fresh beginnings stained with unspoken truths.
The island's towering cliffs welcomed them back, their silhouettes sharp against the bleeding sunset. Violet stood at the edge of the dock, watching as the boat that brought them from the mainland disappeared into the ocean mist.
She should've felt relief. Red Arrow's reign had been shattered. Jason and the group were either were too injured to come after them. But instead of peace, Violet felt the tremor of something deeper stirring beneath her skin.
"Home sweet deadly home," Marissa muttered, adjusting the bandage on her
