*Gabriel*
Sabrina and I lie awake, and what she shared echoes in my mind. Port Royal is fragile, temporary, a castle built on shifting sand, and we are caught in its slow collapse.
I trace the curve of her jaw in the dim light, memorizing the contours of a woman who carries burdens I barely understand. Her strength is fierce, but I see the worry beneath. She carries fears for this city and the future, and an ache of a secret too heavy for one to hold alone.
“We have to do something,” I whisper, my voice rough with exhaustion. “But we can’t just warn the city outright. They won’t listen, or worse, they’ll panic, and we’ll be arrested for starting a riot.”
She nods, her eyes still closed. “I’ve been thinking about that. There’s another way, something to draw people away.”
“Like what?” I
