Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1258

Chapter 1258: Chapter 1258

The morning after the lake was quiet in a way none of them had ever known. The birdsong was delicate, not shrill. The breeze moved through the trees like a whisper instead of a warning. The sun filtered down in golden shafts that warmed their skin but didn’t scorch, as if the island itself had exhaled. Jude stood at the edge of the river where the current met a series of smooth stones, watching the water swirl lazily around his ankles. His shirt clung to his chest from the early dip he took, but he hadn’t wanted to dry off yet. He liked the way the cold clung to him, the reminder that they were still here, still real, and not trapped inside one of the island’s dream-hazes.

Behind him, the others stirred. Lucy and Emma were on their knees collecting berries from low bushes. Zoey and Sophie were barefoot and laughing, trying to catch fish with nothing but their hands and wild guesses. Susan sat with her feet in the water, arms wrapped around her knees, a ghost of peace finally returning to her face. Even Natalie had wandered down from the trees where she liked to perch early in the day, hands stained with fruit and smile shy on her lips. And Layla - Layla had her head in Rose’s lap, both of them sprawled on a blanket Jude had woven last season, as if nothing strange had ever passed between them. Rose’s fingers stroked Layla’s hair gently, absently, and she glanced toward Jude with a lazy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He stared a beat too long before Sophie called out to him, holding up a silver-scaled fish dripping in the air. "See? Who needs hooks when you’ve got speed and desperation!"

He chuckled and waded toward her. "That fish must be blind."

"Or attracted to beauty," she said, tossing her hair over one shoulder as she placed the catch into the makeshift net Emma held.

Their ease was a balm he didn’t trust. After everything, after the broken bowl, after Rose’s possession and her eerie smile and the monster born of fear, this morning felt like a lie. But if it was, it was a beautiful one.

Sophie moved closer, the wet hem of her dress clinging to her legs. She leaned into him, her hands around his waist, her face turned upward. "You’re quiet."

"I’m thinking."

"About what?"

"Whether this peace is real... or just a pause before it changes again."

Sophie studied his eyes. "Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s enough to have the peace while we have it."

He kissed her forehead, and she relaxed against him. "Do you think it’s really gone? That thing?"

"I think it’s hiding. We broke its grip, but that doesn’t mean we killed it."

"Then we keep holding on to each other," she whispered. "We stay strong. We stay in love."

"Always."

Behind them, the fish-catching chaos resumed, and Jude reluctantly let Sophie go to rejoin the others. He made his way back to the blanket where Rose and Layla still lay, both of them sun-drenched and smiling. Their skin glowed slightly, as if the lake’s shimmer still clung to them.

"You two look like trouble," Jude teased lightly, but his voice was careful.

Rose looked up at him through her lashes, her fingers never stopping their soft movement through Layla’s hair. "Trouble is just passion waiting for a reason."

Layla giggled softly. "We’re being good, I promise. Just enjoying the morning."

Jude crouched near them. "You’ve been quiet lately, Rose."

She smiled again, more gently this time. "Peace doesn’t have to be noisy. I’ve been... listening."

"To what?"

"To the island."

His heart stuttered a little. "And what does it say?"

She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "Nothing, anymore. It’s resting. Like us."

That should have brought comfort, but something in the way she said it left a shadow in his chest. He nodded slowly and reached out to brush a lock of damp hair from Layla’s cheek. "If anything changes, tell me."

"We will," Rose said softly.

As the sun rose higher, the group returned to the houses in the forest, fish cleaned and fruits bundled. Natalie and Emma took the food to prepare lunch, while Lucy and Susan started a fire. Zoey wandered back into the woods for herbs, claiming the breeze made her restless. Jude stayed close to Sophie, though his eyes kept drifting to Rose, who sat now in the shade of their house, humming a soft melody as she wove dried grass between her fingers. Layla sat beside her, copying her movements exactly, and when Jude looked again, their hands moved in perfect unison.

After lunch, the group scattered - some to nap, some to bathe, some to explore. Jude and Sophie walked the river’s bend until the water grew too deep to see the bottom, and there they stripped and swam, floating together beneath a canopy of leaves. Sophie laughed when Jude dove beneath her and pulled her under, and her laughter turned to sighs when he drew her close, kissing the droplets from her eyelashes. Their bodies moved with the current, tangled, patient, hungry in that soft, sunlit way that came after fear had left and only love remained. When they emerged, wrapped in each other’s warmth, Jude felt whole again.

But that feeling didn’t last.

That night, as the stars spilled across the sky and the fire crackled low, Jude lay on his back in the center of the circle of houses, the firelight dancing across the curves of Lucy’s shoulder where she slept curled beside him. He counted constellations, but his mind returned again and again to the lake, to the creature, to Rose’s humming.

A sound drifted from the edge of the forest. Soft. Careful. A whisper of movement.

Jude sat up slowly, careful not to wake Lucy. He slipped to his feet and followed the sound, barefoot through the tall grass until he reached the edge of the trees.