“Can I ask you something if I swear to never tell a soul your answer?” His eyes narrowed at me. I took his silence as a yes. “Why’d you cut the rope?” He scoffed, pulling the cork from the bottle again. He was quiet a long time, taking three sips before he answered. “If anyone’s going to kill you, it’s going to be me.” “I’m serious, Koy. Why?” He shrugged. “You’re Jevali.” “No, I’m not.” His gaze was pinned to the sky. “I figure if you’ve ever fallen asleep on that island not sure if you’ll wake up again, that makes you a Jevali.”
