[ 8 Months Later... ]
The azure waves crashing against the white sand provided the only rhythm serenading this small, private island, heavily concealed within international waters.
The morning sunlight streamed through sheer white curtains fluttering in the sea breeze, spilling across the light oak floorboards of the spacious, open-air bedroom.
The faint scent of sea salt mingled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting up from the first floor. It created an atmosphere of absolute tranquility. But that peace was merely a deceptive, fragile shell. Masking the boiling fury waiting to erupt from within.
Ren. The towering, muscled man was face down, pushing through a set of push-ups in the center of the bedroom.
Beads of sweat slicked across his broad back and arms. His bare upper torso, bathed in the sunlight, displayed the permanent, indelible marks of the past.
