Tabitha’s POV

The Aldair estate is a palace of luxury and boredom, that’s why I find myself sneaking out of the huge mansion once again—leaving my mom to talk with her wedding organizers—while I pedal my way around the island. The bike rumbles lightly beneath me as I coast down the paved hillside path, weaving past overgrown vines and palm-lined turns. I let the wind rush against my face, salty and clean, my legs working just enough to keep a steady glide going as I steer around the island roads heading westward.

The only things that I probably miss in this place is the delicious scent of salty water and...