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“Because the land has nothing to offer me. I’m only here for a short visit, and I can’t take anything back with me.”
“Why not?”
“I have an overprotective father who wouldn’t take kindly to me taking foreign objects back. I needed to get away for a while, but when I go home, my life will go back to normal.”
“And where does your father think you are?”
“He doesn’t know where I am. He’s probably worried about me, but I won’t stay long.”
“Great. So your offences have upgraded from theft to kidnapping,” Owen barks.
“She’s here of her own free will.”
“This is going to end in disaster.”
“No. This might be the first big break we’ve had since arriving in Haiti.”
“What do you mean?” His voice is a little calmer now.
“I’m trying my best to help you, but I need you to have faith. Stop second guessing my decisions. Everything I do is for you. It’s for us.” I rub my hand over my face.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help, I just wish it didn’t mean you had to sacrifice your morals.”
“You’re all that matters. Don’t worry about me.”
“Tell me about this change in luck?”
I pull out the handle of the jug. “Maris helped me find the first piece of the Aquarius jug.” His jaw drops open, and I can’t control the tears that run down my face. “We’re going to save you.” We hug, and I feel my brother’s tears fall too. When we break apart, I rub my face, trying to pull myself together. Turning to Maris, I say, “Are you hungry? We should eat something. We don’t know how long it’ll take us to find blue obsidian, and we need to reenergize.”
“Okay. What fish do you have?”
“Usually I’d have something in, but almost drowning dwindled my supply from the sea.”
“What happened?” Owen asks.
“I got caught out in the storm and Maris saved me.” I don’t want him to worry, so I try to play it down as much as I can.
“I’m grateful for that.” He touches Maris’s arm.
“You can trust me, Owen. I’m not a threat to you.”
He kisses her hand, and I think seeing the handle of the jug has gone to his head. Seeing them get along gives me a strange feeling. I don’t want anyone to touch her. I’m glad my brother’s warming to her, even if it’s bringing out my possessive side.
“You two sit and talk while I see what I can whip up.”
I can hear them deep in conversation while I fry some chicken.
Once I have three plates balanced on my arm, I make my way back to them. “How’s it going in here?”
“I’ve been missing out. Your brother’s a blast.”
“He has the Colombo charm.” Jealousy washes over me, but I shake it off. I drop a plate in front of each of them and take a seat.
“Are you a local to Haiti?”
“Pretty close, yes. I visit the docks all the time.”
“You do?” I ask in disbelief.
