CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Wendy

"That's it." Alec points at the lights ahead of us. Scarlett Cove looks to be a pretty big island with a decent-sized town on it.

I gulp. Where will we even begin?

"Your aim is not the object you seek, but the door it's behind," I mutter.

"What's that?" Alec asks over the ridiculously loud motor.

"Nothing. See anywhere to put the boat?"

The trip to the island has been thankfully short—not more than half an hour—but I've spent most of it thinking about the riddles. Both the one Igor told us and the one I heard come out of the well.

The one that I'm sure was spoken by my mother.

Which makes no sense since she's been dead for years.

Maybe that was some kind of spell meant to confuse people. I saw what the water did to the Silver Hunter who fell into it, how he shrieked in pain. There are probably all sorts of ways that the well is magicked.

Still ... even if my mother's voice was simulated, how did I even recognize it as hers? I've never heard it.

"Over there." Alec poi