“It’s nice to be happy,” she agreed.
“So,” he said, looking back out over the water.
“So,” she agreed.
McKenzie cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets. “About us, Violet—”
Violet reached out and put her arm around him, allowing him to share her blanket. “Not now, Will. Please?”
McKenzie glanced down at her. She seemed very calm. He wondered what had transpired in that basement. So far, she’d been very reticent about sharing information about that aspect of things. She’d simply said that the basement should be blocked off to all access and he’d agreed that he’d make that stipulation known to the authorities. “Okay, Violet. Not now.”
“Good.”
Silently, they stood together facing the wind. In the distance behind them, Wolf Island grew ever smaller. Violet knew that even now, in some forgotten corner of the globe, another man or woman could very well be getting involved in some dangerous scheme to acquire another of the hellish statues. The threat remained for the rest of the world… but she had a feeling that she had escaped the curse. She had faced the demon and won her gamble.
For Violet Cambridge, The Damned Thing was over and done with.