TUG:"The Trio by hell"

Previously

…“That's not how borrowing works,” Leo said, taking the bag. He opened it and pulled out the hellstone, dark and pulsing with a faint inner light. “It's still warm.” Maren took the stone. It hummed against her palm, a familiar vibration that she had come to trust. “Why?” she asked. Jess looked past them, toward the harbor. “Because they told me to.” “Who told you?” But before Jess could answer, a sound cut through the night—a bell. The harbormaster's bell. One long, mournful note that echoed across the water. Maren's stomach dropped. That wasn't the signal for departure. That was the alarm. Jess's face went pale. “They know you're trying to leave.”