Chapter 572

"Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat. Try to get some more rest," Donovan said softly, brushing his hand over her hair before helping her lie back down. He then left the small room and walked to the other side of the wooden cabin, trying to find the kitchen. Only then did he finally notice what kind of place this really was. Though the island was known for its beautiful scenery, it was still largely undeveloped. Most of its residents were indigenous families. Apart from a small dock area in town with a few shops, places to eat, and some lodging, the rest of the island was mostly barren coastal villages scattered with fishermen's homes. The area he was in now had only a handful of houses. The home they were staying in belonged to Enya, an elderly woman who could barely walk without trembling. She spoke in the local dialect, and her words were nearly impossible to understand. The cabin itself was small and made of old wooden planks. It was divided into two rooms, furnishe