#Chapter 92: Angel

Ollie’s POV Despite the amazing view of the island, I feel a lot better about everything once we’ve safely landed and I can put my feet on solid ground again. Impressively, the private island is big enough to have its own small runway, big enough for the small jet we came here in. I’m still amazed there isn’t any kind of airport. “Are you feeling alright?” Wes asks, standing close to me while the other brothers exit the plane and speak with the pilot and staff. “I’m okay,” I say. With ground beneath me, I’m already starting to feel better, though my ears are having a hard time adjusting. As I touch my fingers to my ear lobes, Wes smiles knowingly and with encouragement. “Don’t worry. That underwater feeling will good away soon,” he says. I really hope he’s right. “Come on,” he says, holding out his hand for me. “Let’s get you to the house. You are going to love it.” I take Wes’s hand and allow him to pull me away from the runway. The other brothers finish their conversa