Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

Penn’s brow furrowed as the boy’s story instantly fell apart and he made a somewhat random claim. He shook his head a little. He wanted to smile, but nothing touched his lips. ”Clearly,” he answered dryly before letting it go himself.

The Blackthorn glanced slowly down at the crab when the boy asked about their relationship. Now it was Penn’s turn to feel foolish. ”Ah, we just met actually,” he replied after a beat, ”He seemed lonely so I thought I’d spend his final moments with him. I’m wicked generous like that.” He scoffed internally at himself. Generous. He was about as generous as he was honest and he knew it.