Prior to the countdown ending, a few heads were similarly at wits' end.
In fact, they were this close to launching a manhunt.
Jax, Duke Leander, and Killian had just started to review the last known coordinates of the commuter craft and were discussing the probability of dragging every pirate out for answers when the ground beneath them rumbled.
It wasn't subtle.
All three men froze.
Their eyes met—three very different expressions but one unified understanding.
Danger.
Duke Leander was already halfway to the door, ready to bolt out in search of the pirate's den.
Killian, who'd been unusually quiet, now had his weapon halfway drawn as if expecting demons to crawl out from under the soil.
They had magical doors and murderous beasts, so that couldn't be a far-fetched guess.
Meanwhile, Jax decided to check again. It was a long shot, but unless he did it this way, the emergency would've ended by the time they could get to respond.
This had to work!
