Chapter 128 Broken Thread

• The night air was cool against Edwin's skin as he leaned against the ship's railing, the distant thrumming of the engines a soothing counterpoint to his racing thoughts. Stars scattered across the inky sky like diamonds on velvet, their reflection rippling on the dark surface of the ocean below.
• He'd changed into a fresh shirt after the champagne incident but hadn't returned to the party. Instead, he'd found this secluded spot on the upper deck, away from curious eyes and whispered speculations. His mind kept replaying the look in Lance's eyes when their gazes had locked—a look that contradicted everything George had said about Lance's priorities.
• "I thought I might find you here."