CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Wendy

We manage to get off Scarlett Cove and onto the next island without any issues. As the morning passes us by, we head into this new town and check things out.

"I don't think we'll find any clues here," I mumble as Alec and I walk through the center of a farmer's market.

"No, but we'll find breakfast." He goes up to a stand selling baked goods, buys two croissants, and brings one over to me.

"Thanks," I say, before gratefully biting into it.

The trip from Scarlett Cove to the next large island was less than an hour, but maybe it's the adrenaline from last night that's making me so ravenous.

We keep walking through the farmer's market, observing everything. The stands are of all shapes and sizes, and some of them are built with old planks of wood, painted over with bright colors and retro designs. Winter squash, lettuce, and meats are everywhere, and the snow is padded flat from everyone's shoes.

Alec and I blend in effortlessly, easily lost in the crowd of people strolling