SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
"Move it! Would you guys hurry up already?!"
My voice boomed through the space, sharp and bright enough to jolt every shadow awake. I was practically bouncing on my toes, energy thrumming through my veins so hard I could've sprung clean off the ground.
Finally—finally—we were heading back to the Island. I'd get to say proper goodbyes. And I knew they must be going out of their minds worrying about me.
But these three meatheads I was stuck with? They moved like they'd just learned to walk. Slower than molasses in January.
I spun on my heel, brows knotted so tight they'd probably leave a permanent crease.
