CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The rented speedboat cut through the darkening waves like a blade, salt spray stinging Elena’s face as the sun dipped toward the horizon.
The private yacht…sleek, white, and ominously named Eternal…loomed ahead, anchored two miles offshore in a secluded cove. Its lights glowed softly against the twilight, a floating fortress hiding the last ghost of Victoria Voss.
Elena stood at the bow beside Lila, their shoulders brushing in silent solidarity. Jax piloted the boat with grim focus, the engine’s low rumble vibrating through the hull.
They had left their father at the cabin with strict instructions and a loaded shotgun. Theo remained their distant eye in the sky, feeding coordinates and warnings through the encrypted comms.
“The yacht’s systems are isolated,” Theo
