Senna’s POV

With the siphon tucked away in his pocket, Kalev and I made our way down the beach. He paused as we approached the helicopter. We both turned to look at the forest, engulfed in flames.

“I know it sounds strange,” Kalev said, “but I’m sort of sad to see it burn like this.”

I nodded. “It doesn’t sound strange,” I told him. “You engineered it. This has been your life’s work. I’m not surprised you’re feeling a bit nostalgic.”

He pulled me in close. “You know, this is where we first met,” he sighed.

“That’s incorrect,” I told him. “We first met at your estate. Before the games...