As we step outside, I reach for Owen's hand. The mass destruction of the park hits me full-force; it didn't look nearly this bad the night before. I look longingly at the latest ferry leaving the island and start forward. I forget that I'm holding Owen's hand and am jerked back, losing my balance. My battered feet protest and I fall backwards, right into his arms.
"Easy, there," he says with a smirk.
"I figured you'd be accustomed to women throwing themselves at you, Mr. Grady."
"Did I detect a note of jealousy in your voice?"
"Please," I say breathily.
Owen slowly lowers his head, and I instinctively raise my chin- and a roar breaks the moment. He snaps his head up, his eyes narrowed.
"T-Rex," he says. I huff out a sigh, irritated that the dinosaur interrupted us.
"I'm starting to regret letting that thing out," I mumble to myself.
Owen glances at me, smiling, and I realize he heard me. He then focuses on something behind me, and I turn around. Oh, I think. That was the spot where Blue ran off. I look back at Owen and watch as conflicted expressions fly across his face. I know that he'd leave the island with me, but I also know that he'd forever regret not going back and saving Blue. I'm not the type of person who would force him to do that, so I look one last time at the ferry and turn to Owen.
A/N: Sorry for another super short chapter, but I wanted this next part to be from Owen's POV. I mean, it's about his raptor.