"I just... want to go home..."
Evadne's eyes brimmed with tears, her grip crumpling his shirt as she sobbed uncontrollably, her distress pulling at heartstrings, "I miss my dad, my brothers, I miss... Thaddeus...
Please... let me go home... okay? Please..."
He listened in silence, his stride firm and unwavering, offering no words.
"Give Evadne back to me!"
Avery, disregarding any semblance of composure, charged forward, his eyes bloodshot as he blocked Hans's path.
"You're not married to Ms. Evadne yet. Technically, she's not yours."
Hans's gaze was unmoved, eyeing Avery's pallid face with a slight, mocking curl of his lips, "Besides, even if I were to hand her over, could you really catch her?"
Avery's frail body shuddered, his trembling hand retracting.
Despite being utterly exhausted and shell-shocked, Evadne's mind was startlingly clear.
Hans's words hinted at something more.
Could it be that Avery was already on his last legs, a candle burnt to its end?
The night's sea breeze grew fiercer, its howling incessant.
Hans held Evadne close as they moved forward.
It was only when her cries ceased that he finally spoke softly:
"A storm is coming at dawn."
Evadne opened her bleary eyes to the man's deep-set, resolute jawline.
"Just now, had you attempted to flee, tonight's sea would have been your grave," Hans's eyes darkened as they continued on.
Evadne's heart skipped, a mix of fear and astonishment.
Without a phone or computer, she was oblivious to the weather forecast, unaware of the maritime conditions.
"If... there was no storm? Would you let me go?" she asked him, her voice trembling lightly.
"Let me tell you something."
Evadne blinked her swollen eyes, hopeful.
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