“And you really think she’s gonna listen to me?”Myko groans in my head like a tired parent.
No. She won’t.
But she still needs the reminder.
Pedro nods. “Alessio gets back from Vegas later today. We’ll catch up then.” He circles to Bay’s side before I can respond, calling her over toward the elevator.
I draw in a slow breath through my nose. Alessio was sent in my place to handle something over there—a two-day job. But he’s reckless. Just like Pedro. I have no idea how he’s going to react when we loop him in.
“We’ll swim through the current when we get there. Focus on what’s in front of us,”Myko murmurs in my head. I hadn’t even spoken to him, but he’s right. Even if I hate to admit it.
Roran approaches cautiously, walking around the SUV toward me.
“Is it true?” she asks, her voice quiet but urgent. Her eyes lock on mine. “You took me to stop the wedding from happening?”
She exhales shakily, tears brimming in her eyes, then quickly looks away, back toward the car.
What in the merhell did Bay whisper to her?
“I’m the one asking questions here,” I snap, losing patience. “Now, are you going to walk or do I need to carry you?” I gesture mockingly toward the heavy metal door across the parking lot.
She follows the direction of my hand and answers quickly, “I’ll walk.”
Less work for me.
“Then go.”
I trail behind her, keeping close. Whatever Bay told her flipped something in her. She’s still scared—but now she’s focused.Determined.
And I don’t know if that should bother me or not.
I still can’t feel anything clearly from her soul. It’s too loud—vibrating around her head like static—and I can’t even see its shape clearly.
Why is it that black?
Why does it feel so disturbed?
She stops at the door, turning to me for direction. I scan my fingerprint, unlocking it without a word.
She doesn’t try to run. Not even a flinch.
And it’s not because it would be impossible—our men would catch her in seconds at the exit.
No, she’s not running because something in her changed. Shewantsto know what’s going on as much as I do.
I’m not sure if I trust that yet.
And with her soul this loud, I can’t afford to guess.
Just before I close the door behind us, I hear the sound of cars pulling into the lot.
Everyone’s back.
I need answers—fast.
Before my father and Mariano come down, I need to understand what’s wrong with her.
What’s wrong with her soul.
