When Adam finally reached the outskirts of the island, he didn't immediately kill the engine.
Instead, he cruised along the perimeter, weaving the boat side to side to monitor the elevation and the density of the foliage.
He was hunting for a strategic advantage, a place where he could dictate the terms of the encounter.
His eyes traveled up the jagged rock faces until they landed on a massive, towering cliff at the far edge of the land.
It was a sheer drop that overlooked the crushing waves, isolated and high enough to provide a clear view of any approaching threats.
Adam let out a ragged breath and smiled to himself. "That is the perfect spot," he whispered.
It was a cruel twist of fate that he had chosen the very place where Noah had experienced his deepest moment of despair only the day before.
