"You will help me by informing her of the situation." The chance that such a statement will encourage Damian to sit calmly is next to none. Still, it's a task directly assigned, and chances are that Damian will follow through— there's nothing else on the island for him to concern himself over. No sound of sirens in the distance, no signal bright against the clouds above. Nothing but the quiet brush of wind in the distance.

I try, carefully, for a concession or two. Cassandra— or, the thought crosses my mind and turns my stomach, anyone else who might have taken up the position since— isn't invited to join. This is a challenge that I'm fully aware is drawn solely between Jason and me.

"And that stands regardless of who wears the cape."