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Jeffrey roared like a beast at the roiling waters of the river. … By the time Sebastian returned to the Northmans' home in Sunway, it was already one in the morning. Zane had been waiting anxiously for news of him. Although he did not know what had happened, he could tell from Sebastian's expression that afternoon that it must have been serious. "Mr. Ballard, you're finally back! What happened this afternoon?" Zane asked anxiously. "I met a friend," Sebastian said, smiling slightly. "What friend?" Zane persevered.

“I’m not done looking.” “You can look at the sea again tomorrow. Monaco is not relocating to Switzerland overnight.” “But this light is different.” That sentence did not come from Poppy. I turned. Sebastian had taken off his sunglasses. The sun caught his eyes from the side, and that strange color showed up again—not green, not blue, something in between that really ought to be illegal to look at when your stomach was empty and your life was complicated. “It’s clearer at this hour,” he said lightly. “Half an hour from now, the line will look different.”

Sebastian stared at her,his eyes red,his heart filled with complex emotion. After all these years, didn’t she miss them? The night was depending,the island had relatively low temperatures at night due to its location in a valley. At this moment, Sebastian stood at the entrance of the room wearing only a black jacket on his upper body, looking up at the bright moon in the sky with a grave expression. From a distance, the man looked so lost and frustrated. Andrea came out after taking a bath and saw him, and immediately her heart seemed to have been wrung a bit.

That look in Sebastian's eyes? Chilling.

SEBASTIAN I lean against the broken stone pillar of the abandoned fortress overlooking the sea, swirling the glass of whiskey in my hand. Below me, the waves crash slowly against the cliffs, their rhythm steady and ancient. Normally I like the sound. Tonight it irritates me. Because I know he’s coming. He always does. A cold wind rolls across the cliff. Then the water below shifts. Just a slow, unnatural movement beneath the surface. I sigh. “Subtle as ever.”

LandingTown Dock, Igonox SEBASTIAN I hate being behind schedule. Sebastian watched the FireStar draw port in LandingTown. Behind schedule. He noted. Again. The one thing that kept the chaos in Sebastian’s life carefully reined in was his meticulous devotion to being on schedule in all things he could control. Like my ship. His first mate was trusted to go on the regular runs to the Isle in his place. Under the condition that he is on time when he returns!

Luckily, Sebastian was nowhere in sight, and she walked outside with little trouble. The cool night air was refreshing, and she took in a few deep breaths, slowly moving down to the beach. The full moon illuminated the darkness enough that she could see where she was going as she started back toward the Phillips’ house, enjoying the soft sound of the waves. It was so calm and peaceful that it was hard to believe there was a party in full swing not a hundred feet away.

[MATURE SCENE AHEAD] Sebastian sank into the comfortable lounging chair, enjoying the gentle breeze that carried the salty scent of the ocean as he admired the breathtaking sunset. As his dark eyes stared at the setting sun, a sense of nostalgia washed over him, transporting him back to old memories. Memories of him and Janet walking hand in hand on the beach flooded his mind. “Sebastian, where have you been all morning?” the voice of his agitated mother snapped him back to reality, and he glanced at her seated on the lounge chair beside him. “Is everything alright?” she stared at him.

one of them said, voice low, “you should know, Sebastian’s been moving faster than we thought.” My heart thudded. I knelt beside them, studying the hastily drawn map. The lines indicating troop movements were bold and urgent. “Explain,” I said. The taller scout pointed. “He’s cut back the time between his commands. A week ago, we heard he’d wait until the harvest moon. Now… word is, tonight or tomorrow night. He’s accelerating everything, supplies, patrols, even dark prayers at his shrine.” I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of frost and pine. Sebastian was coming sooner than we’d planned. My hands trembled around the map, but I forced a steady voice. “Thank you. Stay here

The water took him, cold and merciless. Fog hung low over the channel, hiding ripples and shadows. Sebastian fought the current, lungs burning, arms cutting through icy waves. Milton and the divers spread out, sonar pinging, lights slicing through the mist. Every second felt endless. “Keep scanning! Keep searching!” Sebastian shouted, voice raw. “She’s out there!” Milton kicked against the current, jaw tight, eyes straining beneath the surface. “Nothing... I see nothing yet!”