The night sky hung heavy overhead, inky black as if absorbing the last light of a world that had long lost its love. The stars shine dimly, reluctant to share in the gaping wounds beneath. The sea breeze blew gently, carrying a soothing salty scent, but not strong enough to erase the bitterness in the heart.
Bella sat under a coconut tree whose trunk bent towards the shore. Her gaze traveled to where Daren was tied up. The man's body was dark in the shadows of the night, only occasionally showing his eyes reflecting the faint moonlight. He sat bound, his knees folded, his mouth gagged after shouting in vain.
"It's crazy if we sleep near him. We'll break our hands when we wake up," Layla grumbled, kicking a dry branch on the ground.
"I'm more afraid of his nose," Aurel muttered softly. "
