As the private jet descended, the lights of Boston twinkled below, vast and unfamiliar. Andrine and Alysha sat in stunned silence, their wide eyes glued to the windows as the jet touched down on the sleek runway. The soft hum of the engines faded, but the pounding of their hearts only grew louder.
Coming from their small farmer village, nothing could have prepared them for the sprawling city that stretched out in all directions. Skyscrapers loomed in the distance, the glow of the city filling the night sky. Alysha, overwhelmed, stared at the new world unfolding before her, her mind reeling. This was no ordinary place—this was the land of the Rodriguez family, the place where Armin had originally come from. The air itself seemed to hum with power, the kind of power that her simple life cou
