[Rosco’s POV]
I stare at the rubble in front of me once again, being reminded that what happened here wasn’t an accident and was intentional. For there to be this much devastation, someone had to have been behind it; no mere accident could reduce the place to this state.
After waiting for the sun to go down, we swam back to shore, and once we were sure those searching for us had given up for the night, we came here.
‘We will get revenge,’ Fabian growls, mirroring my anger as I realize just how close to dying Denali had been. ‘And we will make them suffer.’
‘Right,’ I respond, moving forward until I reach what looks to be the dresser from our room. ‘That’s a promise.’
Kneeling, I take in the remains of what should be holding Denali’s most precious thing and then begin to cipher through
