Evie Stanton

Desmond led the way to Thane’s quarters. As we stepped closer, the sound of the piano continued to get louder. It was a lovely melody, one that the crew seemed to like as they chanted and sang along.

Was Thane the one playing?

I had heard the music all week, but I never put it together it was him playing it.

That was difficult for me to wrap my head around. The man I had seen earlier with a blue dragon tattooed all over his ...