Chapter 80
The roar of the trawler’s engine settled into a low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the soles of everyone’s feet. As the last bit of purple twilight bled into an absolute, ink-black night, the world felt as though it had shrunk to the size of their deck. Beyond the reach of the boat’s navigational lights, the Atlantic was a void, vast and empty.
Below deck, the silence was heavy. Aries and the rest of the hunters had succumbed to a bone-deep exhaustion. They hadn’t tasted real sleep in days, their bodies finally surrendering to the rocking of the hull. On the bridge, Wyatt gripped the wheel, his eyes scanning the dark horizon, while Rylee stood beside him, her presence a silent, grounding force.
The isolation was total. Out here, in the dead heart of the ocean, the digi
