Luca's POV

Aaron sprinted madly for his getaway boat, the pumped piece sitting on the ocean, anchored to a large stone on the beach. His chest heaving, nostrils hung in the air for sharp breath, arms pumped, legs digging in and out of the sharp white sand.

I watched, letting him get a head start. The guards were already on his heels, but this was between him and me and not them. He was my only way to Henry. I couldn't lose him, not so soon.

I decided the head start was enough, and I nudged my ...