CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The waters churned around Ceres as she sailed to the island. They pushed at her small boat, almost as if the currents themselves had been crafted to keep people away from this place that was meant to be neither living nor dead.
Perhaps they had. Ceres had seen stranger things.
She found herself thinking of Thanos as she sailed toward the shore. He’d seemed so certain when he’d asked her to marry him. Right then, Ceres didn’t feel certain about anything. It felt as though everything that had happened since the start of the rebellion had left her feeling as though her life was a thing of shifting sands, with no room for anything permanent built on them.
Ceres pulled her attention back to what she was doing in time to move the boat around sharp-edged rocks. She circled th
