Chapter 64 Sheldon's Pov

• “Could be nothing,” Ryker said, though his hand instinctively moved to the weapon holstered at his side. “Or it could be something.”
• Ocean’s gaze flickered to the guards riding alongside the carriage. He gave a subtle signal, and they immediately adjusted their positions, flanking the vehicle with practiced precision.
• The carriage picked up speed, the driver sensing the tension without needing to be told. The horses whinnied, their hooves striking the ground with increased urgency.