“Mako’s just ahead,” Cleo said quietly. “It’s not on any map.” Cleo smiled. “It can be. But it’s also home.” The cliffs rose out of the sea, dark and glittering with moisture. Cleo led Daisy through a narrow tunnel until they reached the Moon Pool. The chamber breathed light—reflections flickering across the rock, the water glowing faintly from below. “It listens,” Cleo said, stepping closer to the edge. “It’s where everything began. Where I changed.” Cleo nodded, heart thudding. “Because you look at the ocean the way I do. Like it’s someone, not something.”