Returning to Ascension Isle, Ethan noticed the change from miles away.
The once-luxurious resorts and gleaming villas along the eastern coast now lay in ruins, as if a tsunami had torn through them. When his boots hit the sand, he frowned, his jaw tightening. Amber's face flashed in his mind, and the anger he'd been holding back began to boil.
Alaric, you just wait. If I, Ethan Caelum, don't tear your precious Ascension Isle to the ground, I swear I'm no man.
His team landed behind him, the wind from the dropship scattering dust across the shore. Ethan's gaze drifted toward the small wooden cabin where Amber had been staying. Anxiety tightened in his chest.
Their relationship had been unexpected, but she was still his woman.
And then there was Lyla—his irreplaceable one. If his feelings could be measured, she would sit at the very center of his heart. No one else came close.
