"Then why is everyone on the ship in such a panic?" I asked Eryon that morning, swirling my spoonful of cereal around the bowl as my gaze flickered over the frantic men. They were searching every corner, talking excitedly to each other as if something terrible had happened. Something wasn't right here. And honestly? I'd experienced enough drama in the last few days—did it really need to continue?

"I don't know, but it's not our problem." Eryon's voice sounded dismissive, almost disinterested. His gaze was directed into the distance, as if his thoughts were somewhere else entirely as he mechanically ate his food.

There was something different about him today....