Aleila shoved the rubble aside. The shattered blue doors made her heart sink. It was gone. All of it. The hurricane had destroyed nearly everything, and it was her fault.
It was Aleilaâs job to keep the ocean at bay, and she had failed.
Percy was still following her around like a puppy who was lost. She was mad at him, and she hated that. It wasnât his fault, she was the one whoâd accepted.
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