Chaos erupted.
The once-luxurious Royal Princess cruise ship was now a battlefield of smoke, alarms, and screaming passengers. The scent of burning fuel thickened in the air, mixing with the salty spray of the ocean.
Rosalind’s heart pounded as she steadied herself against the swaying ship. Tristan stood at her side, his grip firm around her wrist—as if he didn’t trust her not to vanish.
Nicholas swore under his breath, already pulling a gun from his jacket. “This isn’t random. Someone planned this.”
Emry’s gaze darted between the rising smoke and the chaos below. “No kidding. We need to move before we’re trapped.”
Tristan turned to Rosalind. “You’re telling me—whoever that guy was—he’s connected to you?”
A sharp pang twisted in her gut. She didn’t want to have this conversation. Not
