The South family's power was nothing to scoff at. Before long, a small boat came gliding toward the shore.
The bodyguards stood stiff-backed, hands behind them, eyes sharp and watchful as they forced Keira and Lewis down to the waterline. Once the boat steadied, the two were shoved aboard.
They glanced around, puzzled.
The boat looked small from the outside, but inside it was surprisingly well-equipped—plenty of food and water for nearly a week, life jackets, tools for navigation, even gear for emergencies at sea.
It wasn't much bigger than the vessel they'd taken to get here, but the design was just as complete, maybe even safer.
Keira exchanged a look with Lewis. Something was off.
Just moments ago, they'd been mocked as untrustworthy mainlanders, and now they were being handed a boat stocked like a rescue craft?
