“The tower. He’s been there for five years, waiting for the cartel to come back. But they never did. The island doesn’t let people leave, Lena. The animals see to that. Mercer is the last one. Just him, and me, and now you.”
She followed them.
“Hey, girl,” Lena whispered. “I know you.” Dinosaur Island -1994-
She walked into the surf. The raptor followed. Behind them, on the hill, a shape appeared at the edge of the trees—massive, golden-eyed, watching. The tyrannosaur didn’t roar. It just stood there, as still as a statue, as the boat grew larger and the waves grew louder. “The tower
Dawn revealed a beach the color of bone. on the hill
Lena smiled. It was not a nice smile.