Windsor's POV
I was ready to politely decline Noah's invitation when a familiar scent pierced through the ocean breeze. Zion's distinctive essence, now laced with something sharp and possessive. Jealousy. The emotion was subtle but unmistakable to my senses.
My gaze shifted sideways, and there he stood several feet away, his eyes fixed on us with laser focus.
Before I could acknowledge him, he began moving in our direction. Each step was measured and controlled, but his clenched jaw and the slight narrowing of his eyes revealed exactly how he felt about the scene he'd witnessed.
Noah noticed the tension between us, probably understanding this wasn't simply a casual beach encounter. Even so, Zion didn't immediately dismiss him. Instead, he approached with calculated politeness, offering his hand in greeting.
"Is there something you need?" Zion's tone remained courteous, yet carried an underlying menace that made the air feel heavier.
