The ferry ride back to the Atoll should've been peaceful. Should've given me time to process the fact that Luka had just given me his blessing to date his daughter instead of breaking my spine in fourteen different places.
Instead, I got to watch Natalia practically vibrate with excitement beside me on the deck, her purple eyes reflecting the moonlight off the water. She kept glancing at me, then away, then back again, like she was working herself up to say something.
"Spit it out."
"They're waiting for us."
I blinked. "Who?"
"Everyone." Her smile turned wicked. "I may have sent a group chat while you were unconscious."
Oh no.
"Natalia."
"What? They were worried!"
"What exactly did you tell them?"
She pulled out her phone, scrolled through messages. "Let's see. 'He's awake.' 'He's fine.' 'We'll be back tonight.'" She paused. "Oh, and Marco asked if you could still fight. I told him you could barely walk."
