The morning sun poured in, casting warm golden patches over the table where the three of them sat—Emma, Adrian, and Vyan—sharing a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee made by Adrian. It was peaceful.
Until Emma let out a shriek loud enough to rattle the cutlery.
"Are you serious?!" she gawked, nearly choking on her coffee. "The Bermuda Triangle? Vyan, please tell me you're not actually planning to go there."
Vyan didn't respond. His eyes remained fixed on the corner of his plate, where a stubborn glob of jelly clung to the toast. He barely heard Emma's shriek.
His mind was still tangled in last night's conversation with Eira.
