The urge to run was pumping through Nova's veins. But Vulcan's looming shadow and the sharp drop into rocks and an angry ocean halted anymore thoughts of escape. The roaring wind made her wonder if a storm was rolling in or if it was because they were on the side of a cliff.
As her eyes set back on the Vulcan, her stomach dipped at the intensity of his gaze. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. First was his explanation about what this Electa was. Something that did make sense now why others had called her it in passing. It was obvious she was not of this island.
Honestly, if being an Electa meant she'd been chosen by the island to come here, then it definitely got the wrong idea about her. She was a city girl through and through, with zero survival skills which was why she relied so heavily on the others—something she hoped to change.
