Moments later, Michael charged into the fray, moving with the precision of someone who had fought many battles before.

Now, Michael fought to keep them both safe, though Harry seemed just as determined to protect Sarah—his eyes sharp, his movements fierce.

The fight was brutal, relentless. Every shout, every groan, seemed to echo across the empty shore.

A thug raised a wooden plank, eyes locked on Sarah.

Nathan moved without hesitation. His hand shot out, grabbing Sarah and pulling her ...