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“Maybe that’s what you have to do, but we don’t,” Cherny spoke up as he stabbed his thumb at himself. “We want off this island before whatever seaweed is in your brains gets into ours.”
“You really want to go out there with Albert running loose and doors disappearing?” Caius asked him.
The captain shrugged. “At this point I’ll take my-” A terrible scream echoed down the stairs and bounced off the walls of the dungeon.
My eyes widened. “That’s Isabel!”
“Again?” Caius retorted as he folded his arms over his chest. “How about we let this place eliminate the competition?”
I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the stairs. “Tempting, but we don’t want whatever’s attacking her to choke to death. That’d be a cruel end after a good deed.”
Cherny and Warren followed close behind a
