Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

However, Willow found him peculiar, as his actions forbade her from turning back. Her curiosity was piqued even more, and she struggled in his embrace. The more he tried to prevent her from peeking, the more she wanted to see. Jasper firmly pressed down her head and said sternly, “Don’t look.”

She felt a bit aggrieved being held down like this with her face pressed against his chest. Subsequently, he carried her for more than three hundred feet before finally releasing her, and she had no choice but to stop looking.

When she returned to the campsite, she overheard a few team members talking about several corpses dressed in pirate costumes floating among the ocean. They had all been dragged ashore and disposed of by the bodyguards.

A few male team members looked uncomfortable, and they prevented the female team members from peeking. Now, Willow understood why Jasper had taken her away. forcefully.

In the evening, she sat among several female team members and listened to their gossip. Time passed unnoticed, and it was already late, so everyone huddled into the tent to sleep. Earlier on, Willow had listened to a few scary ghost stories, and her heart became chilly. She was unafraid when listening to the tales, but. now, she was scared.

her, but he did not after she waited for a long time. She lifted the curtain and saw Johanna, who was guarding her.

Miss Presgrave.

was in a meeting with Winston and the other leaders when Johanna went to get him. “Mr. Wyatt, Miss Presgrave is looking

first. Then, he walked quickly toward the tent where Willow was. He bent down

don’t think I can sleep alone.” Willow was honest. He wanted

move the bodies in the afternoon and needed to clean up before

she was still wide awake. Finally, she heard footsteps outside the curtain. As the barrier lifted, Jasper’s tall figure entered. He exuded the fragrance

to feel drowsy. She closed her eyes contentedly and, in her half-asleep state, tossed and turned. When her leg came over, his large hand blocked it in time, resisting her leg from pressing against his

head, looked at the girl falling asleep, and gently retracted his arm. Then, he left the tent softly as if coaxing a child. Soon enough, Ricky came forward to report. “Mr. Wyatt, we just discovered a large yacht about ten nautical miles away. They sent a message claiming to be an

I bet they’re cultural relic smugglers posing as an archaeological team from Dansbury. I didn’t expect