Marcus Kane (POV)

I sat at the beach listening to the waves of the sea as it clapped against the rock of the river bank. The night cold sent shivers through my spine, my skin pricked in goosebumps from my head to toe.

The tiny shirt I wore was no match against the cold, as it gnawed at my gut. The sea shines brightly as the moon glared at it from above, leaving its reflection upon the waters.

I couldn't think of another place to be after the conversation I had with Selene. It was the first ...