The Secret Society… was not what Lola had imagined it to be. In her mind, she pictured a cult living in secrecy—seances, lit candles in the dark, ancient chanting, hooded robes. Just the casual things her imagination fed her.
Obviously, the only ominous thing about the Secret Society was its name—at least on the surface.
Because the island where Atlas was staying, and where the twins had been raised, was a beautiful island surrounded by smaller islands, clear blue water, and trees.
It was paradise.
There were a lot of people too, especially in the main town. It was more like a small nation with Atlas as the mayor. They were all part of the Order, under the Zorken Family. It was fascinating in its own way.
Unlike the city, time moved slower here, and the way of life was more relaxing.
Relaxing… except for Lola.
"Hey!" she shouted, panting and trying to catch her breath. She stopped running, hands on her hips, glaring at the group she was jogging with.
