“Sawyer, you do realize you sound both paranoid and delusional, right?”

“Bite me, Campbell.”

“That’s a pretty way to talk to the person who got you out of that hole.”

“I’m not paranoid. Or delusional.”

“Okay, well… I’m just saying. I’ve known your so-called kidnapper my entire life. She doesn’t have it in her to use the wrong fork at the dinner table, let alone drug a couple of Debutantes and throw them in a hole.”

“I’m not going to argue with you about this, Cam. She threw us in that hole, and I got the distinct feeling that after she got whatever she wanted from us, she was going to bury us alive. We have to get out of here.”

“Do you even know where here is?”

“Enlighten me.”

“We’re on King’s Island, and we really don’t want to be here when it starts to storm.”

TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

CHAPTER 51

Lily didn’t say a word to anyone for two days after her father’s visit. I came close—more than once—to telling her what I suspected about Ana, Two Arrows, and our grandmother’s twin, but I didn’t.

I’d seen a crack in the barrier she’d put up between the rest of the world and her emotions, but I wasn’t sure what would happen when it shattered. I didn’t want to be the one to break her.

Damn Nick. Damn him for being right—and for being the one person I wanted to call. But he’d told me not to come back.

I assumed that meant he wouldn’t pick up the phone.

I’m done playing.

“Have you seen your cousin?” Aunt Olivia asked me. Since J.D.’s visit, she’d been, in Lillian’s words, in a bit of a tizzy. Also known as: full-blown togetherness mode. She’d filled our itineraries with lakeside bonding activities: water sports, mini golf at the yacht club, cookouts, s’mores, ghost stories, midnight movie marathons—pretending the whole time that Lily wasn’t silent and in danger of heatstroke with the way she was dressed.

“I’ll go look for her,” I said.

“I thought we could all go tubing,” Aunt Olivia called after me. “In that cove you like. What’s it called?” In true Taft woman style, my aunt answered her own question: “King’s Cove.”

I found Lily in our closet, hiding from her mother.

“Where’s a pantry when you need one?” I asked her.

I saw then that she was holding something in her hands. A phone. I stepped closer, and realized that it was mine. “Lily?”

She turned toward me. Her dark brown eyes met mine. “You got a text.” She held out the phone. “Three of them.”

Nick. My first thought was a nonsensical one, and I knew it. My second didn’t come in words. My stomach twisting, I took the phone from Lily.