Phoenix (Paragon Operations #2)

Chapter Eighty

Isla

The sound carried on the craggy cliff’s wind.

Anguish.

Anger.

A fifteen-year-old boy’s grief yelled into the cruel vastness.

I pushed the covers down to try to catch it.

All that landed were glass shards of guilt.

Desperate, I prayed to the same ocean that had almost killed me, to the warriors in her depths, to take his pain and sweep it out to sea.

Then I closed my eyes, pressed my hands over my ears, and acquiesced to drowning in the inhospitableness of this hellish place.