HERA’S POV
THE SUN was scorching when Inigo and I arrived at St. Luis Seaport. Holding hands, we disembarked from the boat and walked towards one of the yachts moored there. We approached a moderately-sized but luxuriously adorned yacht.
"This is it," Inigo said while shifting his gaze between the paper he was holding and the yacht in front of us. We continued to walk hand in hand towards the yacht he was pointing out.
"Inigo, won't someone assist us here?" I asked him as he helped me board the yacht.
"No, and if we look for assistance, we might run into problems," he replied. He motioned for me to go ahead and board.
"Inigo!" I suddenly called out to him, then quickly lowered myself, wondering why he was looking at me curiously. "Ava is here!" I nervously pointed at the young woman w
