Chapter 46. The Myth

Tyrone sat on the porch, the cool evening air wrapping around him like a reluctant embrace. The sky deepened into shades of purple and indigo, the first stars emerging like scattered diamonds across a velvet canvas.

 

He waited, heart heavy with anticipation, for Aleysia to return home. Yesterday, she had told their mother she would spend the night at Ariadne's house—a decision that stirred a tempest of unease within him.

 

The house loomed in the distance, nestled at the northernmost part of the island, marked by a weathered wooden signboard that boldly proclaimed: NO TRESPASSING. It was a boundary that none of the residents dared to cross, a silent warning that kept the curious at bay.

 

Yet, Aleysia had ventured past that sign, drawn by an inexplicable force, and in doing so, she had encountered Ariadne—a beautiful and mysterious woman who commanded the respect of even the most powerful figures in their world.