“He’s not,” I say. “He doesn’t let go.”
She nods. “And the baby…”
“He always liked to wait,” I say. “Wait until you felt safe. Wait until you believed maybe, just maybe, you were finally out of his reach.”
“And then?” she asks.
I don’t answer. I can’t.
I move to the window. The sun is starting to dip, casting long golden shadows over the garden paths below. Staffers bustle in preparation for the bachelorette events, completely unaware that a predator might be among them.
“How did he find us?” she asks.
“Money talks,” I say. “Security here is tight, but it’s not impenetrable. All it takes is one staffer with debts or agrudge. One shipment delivery. One leak.” I pause. “Or someone who already knows.”
She frowns. “You mean one of the contestants?”
“Maybe,” I say. “But they didn’t hear it from me. Who else have you told?”
“No one,” she says, a little too quickly.
“Try again.”
She opens her mouth but the phone buzzes again, interrupting her.
Another message.
This one’s longer.
You were always good at running, Misty.
It’s addressed to me.
My hands go cold.
“Shit,” I mutter.
He’s not just watching Evangeline. Not just watching the baby.
He’s watching me.
EPISODE 235
TEMPTED
Sienna
I freeze outside River’s suite, my hand ready to knock, when I hear a voice—Emily’s voice—cool and sharp right through the door.
“Why exactly would you be fucking up anything for Brett?”
My breath catches. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.
My gut twists.
Brett’s name.
When I returned to the mansion, I went straight to Emily’s suite. When she wasn’t there, I took a chance and tried River’s.
