Hours had passed since Icarus left. Rachael spent a greater part of the late evening attempting to rest, yet it was impossible.
Her thoughts were racing. She tried to recall every talk and conversation she had about Icarus at the party and translated what those words were into the reality around her.
The real story behind the merman she rescued. The real story of my new life.
Rachael's stomach churned. What was he doing out there? Where did he go exactly? To find whoever did this, Rachael. However, Icarus appeared to have his own plans. He appeared to have his own theories regarding the perpetrator of this attack.
Additionally, he did not share any of those plans with her. He withheld some information from her.
As soon as Malachi left, Rachael checked the door and discovered it was locked. Cunning lizard. Icarus must have ordered him to do so. She wasn't shocked. He wouldn't let her leave after what had occurred. She would have been nearly dead if not for his intervention.
