Chapter 29. Island Stream

Savannah’s POV

“Logan, we’ve been driving for two hours now. How much longer will this take?” I say with a long sigh, stretching my arms, and twisting my neck.

Logan is sitting in the driver seat of this black Range Rover and I sit in the passenger seat. We’ve been making small talk and listening to music the entire ride, but I’m starting to get antsy. We’ve driven past the city limit a while ago and I still don’t know where we’re going. I tried to read his mind even, and I still got nothing.

“Patience, princess,” he says casually. “We’re just about there.”

“Where?” I press.

“There,” he points to a direction.

I follow his gaze and I see this island perched on a river. There’s a small bridge connecting the island to the rest of the mainland, but that’s probably the only way in or out.

The island itself is enveloped in greenery, with beautiful tall trees and green grass covering every inch of it. It’s like we’re driving into Narnia in s