Noah
For over two hours, I had been standing at the bustling port, the overwhelming scent of salt and seawater assaulting my senses like a punch to the stomach. The tang of the ocean was one that I could never grow accustomed to, but I knew it was necessary for the trade and flow of money through this hub. Every inch of the port was tainted with the grime of commerce, every lighthouse towering above seemed to hold secrets and stories that I dared not uncover, but were forced upon me nonetheless in this line of work.
Lorenzo, my younger brother, walked silently by my side. His usually lively eyes were clouded with worry after the call we had received from Jaxon. My own thoughts were consumed with concern for Mia, and it seemed like Lorenzo's were too. If he hadn't been there to protect
