"Jaxon, just spit it out. Cut the crap," Zachary Adams snapped, his patience wearing thin.

The night was cold, the wind howling through the darkened city. Everything felt like it was wrapped in a layer of shadow.

Cargo ships drifted along the coast. Some people were groaning in pain, others lay motionless on the ground.

Zachary watched as Jaxon turned away, waving a hand at him but saying nothing.

Eddie stepped in, blocking Zachary from following.

"Mr. Adams, ...