“We go to Kolox next—not Aquan,”he says.“I need to see if there’s any risk of him breaking free from the chamber. For now, take her to the hunt. She can wait with your ocean’s hunters’ pod once we get back from land.”
Not perfect.
But it’s a plan.
Sort of.
Roran
“You’re not serious, are you?”
Diana’s voice echoes across the abandoned parking lot, the one Vlad told her to wait at.
My eyes widen, and I whip toward her, pressing a finger to my lips.
“Shhh! Are you crazy?” I hiss. We can’t get caught out here. Not by our father’s men, and definitely not by Vlad before I understand what game he’s playing.
He’s not here yet. And we need to keep quiet.
Realizing her mistake, Diana clamps a hand over her mouth. The guilt flashes in her eyes. She knows that one slip could’ve cost us everything.
The parking lot used to belong to a small shopping strip, but it was shut down after aso-calledfire accident that killed over twenty-five people.
But I know better.
It used to be under the Italians’ protection. Until my father sent Solas to handle one of their men, someone reported hanging around here too often.
Solas didn’t just handle him. He killed him on the spot and torched the place to make it look like an accident.
Idiot move—not that it was his first. And ever since, the Italians have been crawling up my father’s neck every damn day.
Not that I blame the Italians. Honestly? If I had the chance and ability, I would’ve done it myself—killing that stupid uncle of mine together with my shit of a father.
A smirk pulls at my lips, but it fades the second I hear the low hum of a car entering the lot.
I grab Diana’s arm and yank her behind a row of rusty trash cans lining the side wall.
“God,” she groans, exasperated. “You justhadto shove us right next to the stink pile?”
She dramatically gags, fanning the air like it might save her.
I roll my eyes and shoot her another sharp finger-to-lips warning.
She exhales hard through her nose, clamping her mouth shut again and leaning in close.
“Don’t think that means we’re done talking.”
Her voice drops to a whisper, right by my ear. “You’re seriously getting married on Saturday?”
“Di, not now.”
I shoot her a glare and tilt my head, peering through the space between the two trash cans at our side.
The car’s pulled up. Only one guy gets out—probably Vlad. No one else in sight.
Weird.
He steps to the front of the car, scanning the empty lot. Then pulls out his phone and starts typing. He’s looking for Diana.
