Nash said. “Anything. It’s my fault she’s in danger.” “It will require a huge sacrifice on your part,” Sam warned. “And a giant leap of faith.” It took all Nash’s patience not to snap at his grandfather. He inhaled deeply, trying to quell the hope that there might be a way. Knowing Sam, he might suggest a flaky scheme like astral travel or some such. “Just tell me your idea.” “There is an ancient ritual passed to me from the spirits. It will grant you power to access the island undersea. But in exchange for this ability, there’s a price.” He must be crazy. Undersea access? The glimmer of hope that had lit Nash’s spirit died. “That’s not possible.” “After everything you’ve seen and heard, after proof of your healing gift—” At Nash’s sharp inhale, Sam nodded. “Yes, a spirit revealed to me that you saved a bird not ten minutes ago.
