Eryon said nothing, just watched me for a moment with that indefinable look. Then he also stood up.

Without further ado, we trudged to the beach shower. The cold water splashed against my skin, washing away the salt, sand, and the last traces of exhaustion. But it couldn't wash away the feeling gnawing at me.

I pulled my soaked jacket tighter around me. At least I'd brought it with me. Inside were my broken cell phone, the knife, and—at least—my pill.

We left the beach, our feet heavy with sand still sticking to our shoes.

Tired, we dragged ourselves through an empty alley.

The city was strange, yet it had...