Shen leaned against the rail of the ship and watched the crew make preparations to sail to The Island, absently playing with his medallion. The sharp scent of salt hung in the air and the cry of sea birds mingled with the sounds of the busy harbour. Other smells filled the air. Spices, fish, horse manure. They combined together on the breeze to create their own unique perfume.
Lara came to stand beside him. “Excited?”
He shook his head. “I’m worried about what Hagen might do, but I do feel like we’re getting somewhere.”
Lara smiled. “And?”
“You’re amazing, Lara.” Shen slowly shook his head, trying not to smile. She’d already made him tell her that four times.
Lara laughed. “At least now you know that no one here is looking for you. There was no point leaving town without checking the
