"Considering we're prisoners on an island being experimented on?" he pointed out. "I think conspiracy theories are acceptable, no matter how insane."
That was just it. There were far too many unknowns, so for the first time since they'd been brought here, they had a better idea of what they were there for.
And the boy was right. Cathair nodded, rising quietly. "I started the novena to Saint Jude this morning. Somehow, I'm thinking I was a day too late." As if he could be blamed for waiting to invoke the aid of the martyr saint. But it was something to cling.
Saint Jude, hope of the hopeless. It was beginning to be all too accurate. "Good luck," he added to Jamie's retreating form. His thoughts were heavy, added what they suspected into what had transpired between him and Eden the night before.