Chapter 93 Safe Harbor

• The entourage resumed their journey with Jaxon trailing at the periphery like a wolf who couldn't quite commit to pack inclusion. Bobby watched him through the carriage window, noting how his head tilted to track sounds others missed and how his posture remained perpetually ready for threats that might emerge from any direction.
• Nixon appeared at the window again, expression thoughtful. "He's good. Moves like someone with extensive combat experience despite claiming to be just a blacksmith."
• "People are complicated," Bobby replied. "He probably learned to fight the same way I did—because survival demanded it."