Senna’s POV

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Isolde had said. We all sat down and fruit grew in the corner of the cave. Fresh fruit, sweet and ripe.

“The island is feeding us,” Kalev said.

“Did you design that?” I asked.

He shook his head.

Maybe the island was starting to think for itself. The words sat somewhere unpleasant beneath my ribs. What did that mean?

The river had swallowed two noble heirs. It had parted for us but then taken them. I could still see their shocked faces as the island swept them away.

And then there was the tree. The island had uprooted it and smashed that...