"Keep alert," I hear a man speak behind me.
I watch numbly as we are anchored, and Siron's men set out for the capture of the great healer. This nightmare is almost over, I keep telling myself.
Eltson's life depends on it, a worthy ransom for the aid of his personal miracle worker. It was still dangerous from what Mort was telling me before we arrived onshore. I had a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Apparently, we would be staying on the island of Mora Veil. It's a very small island, but very rich and off the radar. It's like a vacation destination, from what I'm told. A destination for the corrupt, a place to cleanse a dirty soul. Eltson's wealth is vast, buying him an island and a towering castle. I take a breath and glance around the tropical island. I still do not feel good about it, but that could just be my own guilt clouding my instincts.
I will have to face Apollo soon, and I am dreading it like the plague.