*Sawyer*
The gentle rocking of the ship is soothing, expelling the last adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I am in Theo’s cabin, and the scent of sandalwood and something subtly floral that seems to permate the Air also helps calm me.
However right now Theo is having the opposite effect, as he is pacing, a restless energy that no doubt matches the turmoil he feels inside. The events of the alley still feel like a nightmare, a vivid, horrifying dream from which I haven’t fully awakened.
“They’ll be on board in Cozumel,” Theo says, his voice low, the words precise. He’s looking out the window, his profile sharp against the darkening ocean. "My own security detail. Discreet, effective, and most importantly, trusted. They’ll be watching over you and Mum at least until we get bac
