“You see lights over that way?” Apollo asked. Firelight, not electric light. To the south and floating in the air. “Will-o’-the-wisp,” William said softly, watching them, too. Apollo’s eyes adjusted to the sight, and he realized he was seeing a small fire burning on the second floor of a two-story building. The entire wall facing Apollo had fallen away long ago, so it was like looking inside a diorama. He couldn’t see anyone by the fire, but who else could have set it? Emma. Surviving alone on this island all this time. He never expected he’d actually find her. Nervous electricity shot down
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