Chapter 87 Shadows At The Dock
- The docks smelled of salt and rust, the kind of air that stuck to Ariana’s skin and made every breath heavy. The night was restless, waves slapping against metal hulls, the whine of cranes echoing like distant screams.
- Cole kept his stride steady beside her, eyes sharp as ever. He moved like a shadow that had learned how to breathe.
- “You’re nervous,” he muttered, glancing at her briefly.