The ocean stretched endlessly around us, but I felt trapped, as if the walls were closing in. The top deck was almost deserted, save for a few passengers who were oblivious to the storm brewing beneath the surface. The four of us—me, Ryder, Ivy, and Justin—huddled together, trying to make sense of what we had learned.
“We’re docking in less than three hours,” Justin started, his voice tense. “That’s our window. We’ll have to move fast.”
Ivy crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. “The second we hit land, we make a break for it. But convincing Lyra? She’s not going to just fall in line, Faye.”
I frowned, feeling a knot form in my stomach. Lyra had always been stubborn, but this was different. She had been avoiding us, isolating herself ever since the failed kiss with Ryder. “We can’t leave her
