Book Seven: Chapter 99

Still, the moment he watched the corpse of a child wander past, its eternal gaze resting upward on the trees, he knew in his heart that he would absolutely take the opportunity to rid the world of Captain Francois.

His shoulder itched, and he tried really hard not to pick at it. Tiny chunks of dried ooze flaked away as the wound healed, leaving behind raw, pink skin. His whole arm burned, as if the nerves were reconnecting. If he didn’t know better, he would simply think he had pulled a muscle in his sleep.

Leilani conversed with him often, mostly about what things were like in the continental United States. She had a pretty good idea what island life was like, but stuff like big cities, skyscrapers, and highways fascinated her. On more than one occasion, he felt the desire to offer to show her someday, but didn’t want to get her hopes up. Until he knew more firmly where she stood, he would keep his guard up.

Still, he had a good feeling in his gut about her.