Meanwhile, far from the chaos, Syres stood silently on the back deck, his gaze fixed on the endless sea. His hands were tucked gently into his pockets, and his body swayed ever so slightly with the wind. The breeze played with his black hair, tousling it effortlessly, making him look even more striking, as if carved from the very storm he stared into.
Hidden behind a pole, Eve watched him quietly. Her heart clenched tighter with each passing second, falling even more in love with the man who had told her over and over again how much he despised her. How cruel could fate be? If only she weren't a Blackthorn. But then again, if she weren't, would she have even met him? That thought alone twisted inside her like a blade.
She had grown up motherless, missing out on the warmth of a mother-daughter bond most of her friends had. And now, despite her family's wealth, power, and influence, she couldn't even have the one person her heart longed for most.
