Chapter Twelve: Honesty is Key

They walked out of the bar and instantly transported to a small, deserted beach. There was nothing but palm trees around for miles and the ocean as far as Jonah could see. He would have screamed but he was too stunned to move.

“What the hell just happened?” His voice sounded strong but clearly full of fear. Mazkin laughed to herself and he saw now that she had dropped her facade. Her naturally red skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight and her eyes glowed like little yellow flashlights.

“I told you we should go somewhere else, where we could really talk.” She gestured around to show the silent spot she had found.

“Where are we?” Jonah shoved his hands in his pockets and started to relax a little bit.

“A small, uninhabited island off the coast of Brazil,” she replied with a shrug. Jonah raised his eyebrows stunned. “Are you okay?”

Jonah scoffed and started sort of pacing around.