Ever since Miles rescued Sienna and brought her to the island three months ago, he had clung to her like a shadow. Under the guise of ‘caring for her,‘ Miles was inseparable from her daily: fishing together, training together. Even the islanders whispered am- ongst themselves that he and Sienna seemed more like a couple. Yet, far from avoiding suspicion, Miles only grew more overtly intimate with her when faced with their teasing. I had argued with him countless times over this, demanding to know who his wife truly was. But he remained indifferent, instead accusing me of being petty and jealous. Our love had long since evaporated with
Sienna’s arrival.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Lily, my sister–in–law, stepped forward. “Let me go. I know everyone in the Island Guard, and
besides, Olivia’s pregnant. If anything happened to her, I wouldn’t know how to explain it to my brother.” With that, she eagerly plun-
ged into the storm drain, crawling through the damp, filthy pipes to the outside.
We huddled in the shelter tunnels, praying in our hearts not to be discovered. But then, a sharp–eyed raider spotted the entrance to
the tunnels.
“There’s an iron door here! I bet the women are all hiding inside!”
“I knew it! How could an island this big not have a single woman?!”
