The helicopter landed on the private island just before sunset.

Winona felt her ears ring as the blades slowed, and warm sea air rushed inside when the door opened. A line of staff waited nearby, all dressed in black and gold uniforms. Beyond them, the mansion rose like something out of a dream. White walls, tall glass windows, and lanterns already glowing along the paths.

Ares stepped out first and offered his hand. "Careful."

She took it and stepped onto solid ground. Jackson followed, ...