Capítulo 65: Chapter 65

"Are you ready?"

I nod fervently, combing through my hair that I funnel over one shoulder. Vance squares his shoulders, the movement precise and deliberate, as though donning an invisible armor. Without a word, he strides out of the cabin, and I follow close behind. The air around him has shifted—his stoic, detached demeanor snapping back into place like a well-worn mask. His gaze sharpens, his posture exuding his unapproachable confidence as he closes the distance to the two guardsmen.

"What's the meaning of this?" Vance demands as if there is fault to find in their actions.

"Your father sent me to find and deliver you and Miss Du Pont," one of them said smoothly.

"Do we look like cargo to you?" Vance snaps back. "Items to be tracked and delivered?"

"Your father was concerned about your collective safety," he replies calmly, trying to quell matters. "We are under orders."