The car rolled into the heart of town, its tires crunching softly against the cobblestone street. Roseanne gazed out the window, her eyes wide with wonder as they passed rows of quaint shops and vibrant market stalls. The town was alive with energy—people bustled about, vendors called out their wares, and children laughed as they darted between the crowd.
Ian parked the car near the square and stepped out first, his sharp gaze sweeping the area like a hawk scanning for threats. Once satisfied, he opened the door for Roseanne and Skyla.
"Alright, ladies," he said, his tone light but his posture firm. "Stick close and don't wander off. It's my job to keep you safe, remember?"
Skyla rolled her eyes playfully as she stepped out. "Relax, Ian. It's not like we're in enemy territory."
Roseanne followed, smiling softly. "Thank you, Ian. We'll stay together, I promise."
