Noah had spent the last several days clinging to the image of Adam as a shield, a promise that he would not be left to rot in this nightmare.
He had shouted it at Kai with every ounce of defiance he could muster, yet hearing the confirmation that Adam had actually set foot on the island sent a shock through his system.
It was one thing to believe in a rescue, but it was another to realize that the man was physically here, risking everything in the middle of this godforsaken ocean.
A strange, hysterical laugh bubbled up in Noah's throat, a mix of relief and terrifying anticipation.
He looked up at Kai through his swollen, feverish eyes, a flicker of triumph crossing his battered face.
"I knew it," Noah whispered, his voice cracking from the strain. "I told you he would find us. I am sure he has brought a small army with him. Your time is finally running out, Kai. Your end is much closer than you think."
