The journey back from Genesis Island was quiet.
The Aurora cut smoothly through the evening sea, leaving white trails behind as the sun slowly disappeared beneath the horizon.
For the first time in days...
There were no explosions.
No gunfire.
No one chasing them.
Only the gentle rhythm of the waves.
Elara stood alone on the deck, watching the fading sunlight paint the ocean in shades of orange and gold.
She wrapped her arms around herself as the cool breeze brushed against her face.
"You'll catch a cold."
The familiar deep voice came from behind her.
Before she could turn around, a warm suit jacket was gently placed over her shoulders.
She smiled.
"You always know when I'm cold."
Sebastian stood beside her, his hands resting in his pockets.
"I notice."
The simple answer ma
