AT ZORIN SEA PORTMen moved back and forth across the deck, crates being loaded, ropes pulled tight, metal clanging against metal. The air smelled like salt, oil, and wood, and the sun was high, reflecting harshly off the water. It was supposed to be a normal day, shipment, paperwork, checking routes, nothing serious.Ragnar stood near the railing with a guy and Mar, discussing something in low voices. Lance was a few steps away, pretending to focus on a crate he was checking, but his attention kept drifting back to Ragnar like it always did.Porto was laughing loudly somewhere behind them, probably flirting with someone again.Lance noticed it first.A small boat approaching too fast. No signal. No flag.He frowned slightly, straightening. “Do we have expected visitors?” he asked no one in particular.Mar turned to look. “No.”Ragnar followed their gaze, his eyes narrowing immediately. “Everyone—”He didn’t finish the sentence.A sharp thwip sound cut through the air.Ragnar’s body j
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