After a night in the Snow Women Clan, Miles woke up alive and breathing — no curse struck him down, no mysterious "legend" claimed him. Lucky me, he thought with sarcasm as he boarded the helicopter that lifted him out of the mist-wrapped island.
From the chopper to Tokyo, it was all smooth. Miles moved through the city quietly, shopping for souvenirs with the calm patience of someone who lived more than one life. He picked small gifts—puzzles for Asher, art kits for Hope, a book of Elena's Favourite author, and a bottle of wine Daniel would appreciate. Before leaving, he picked up two special yukatas for the twins, just because he'd promised.
The private jet carried him back across the sky, back toward Star Harbor.
As the wheels touched down on the airport tarmac, his phone buzzed. Monica's voice came sharp through the line.
"Boss, I am coming to Star Harbor. I have information about the WEB—straight from Crimson Island."
