drawing.
Xavier glanced at her notepad and her picture of the Aerotrope. âCan I see the rest?â
Fly pushed it towards him. There were sketches of the river, the Palace, the kids. He stopped at one of Isabella staring out at the harbour, as if she was searching for something. And there were the others: beasts lurking beneath waves, creatures rising out of the ocean with long, scaly bodies and sleek, powerful necks, battling smaller sea creatures with sharp talons and dagger-like teeth.
âThese are good,â he said. âI especially likeââ
âWhat do you want?â Griffin blurted out. âWhy are you here? What did you come to steal?â
âNothing, Iâve got everything I need where I live.â
âThen why break in?â Isabella demanded.
âI wasnât sure youâd let me in.â Xavierâs confidence faltered. âWhen I followed you, I saw how much fun you have together. Iâve been so focused on surviving, Iâd forgotten what it was like to have friends.â
Griffin huffed. âYou expect us to believe you came here because youâre lonely?â
Xavier looked down, the angel wings of the chair rising behind him.
âWhat do you want in return?â Isabella asked.
He was quiet for a few moments. âTo stay.â
âWith us?â Griffin laughed in disbelief. âWe donât know anything about you.â
âMy name is Xavier Stone. Iâm fourteen, my parents died in the floods, swept away as I tried to reach for them, and Iâve been on my own ever since.â
The room went quiet. Xavier frowned and looked away.
âWe need to have a meeting,â Isabella said.
âBut thereâs nothing to talk about,â Griffin said. âHeâs a thief who broke into our house, so we donât want him here.â
âWhich one of us isnât a thief?â Xavier asked. âNone of you actually owns this grand house you live in.â
âThatâs different,â Griffin said.
âIs it?â Xavier held his stare. âI never stole a thing before this all happened.â
Isabella pointed to the other side of the dining room at a set of glass doors leading to a library. âYou can wait in there until we decide.â
Xavier got up from his chair and entered the room. He closed the doors and gave one last look before turning and perusing the shelves.
The children gathered around Isabella.
Griffin got in first. âI say he goes.â
Fly flicked back to the drawing of the Aerotrope.
âItâs true. He has the Aerotrope,â Isabella said. âWe can get to places we havenât been able to reach, like the Haggle he told us about.â
âThe people there could be dangerous,â Griffin said.
âBut itâs where Xavier found the bike for his flying machine.â Bea shrugged.
âAnd youâre always looking for bits and pieces to help make your inventions,â Raffy added.
âWeâve been through the houses around here,â Isabella said. âWe havenât found any new sources of food in weeks. With the sneaker waves and storms, having to go further away using only the flying fox and the dinghy is getting too dangerous.â
Griffin shifted in his chair. âIâve got a bad feeling about him. In three years, all weâve needed is each other. Why should we let someone else in now?â
âHe could be useful. Plus, heâs older and bigger than us, and his strength will come in handy for defending ourselves and getting supplies for Sneddon.â
Griffin tried to puff himself up. âBut you have me.â
Isabella smiled. âAnd I will always appreciate you for your many talents, but strength isnât one of them.â
He shrank. âIâm not as puny as people think.â
âI donât think youâre puny,â Bea chimed in.
âYouâre one the smartest people Iâve