Elodie’s POV
I nod quickly, unfolding the parchment from the sealed envelope and unrolling it as Everett and Callie crowd closer, trying to see.
I smooth out the paper, glancing over the words that read simply: Ask the captain where the compass points true.
'The bridge,' Everett says immediately. 'Has to be. Come on.'
We take off again, Callie's small legs working hard to keep pace, laughter carrying behind us as we go, and for the first time all morning, worry about Beckett, about yesterday's argument, about anything beyond this exact moment fades entirely into the background, replaced instead by the simple, uncomplicated thrill of the hunt itself.
We reach the bridge slightly out of breath, Callie's excitement undimmed despite the sprint, and I glance around uncertainly, unsure whe
