Page 109 of Forbidden Fate

“I arranged transport. Vega had a mortician in Austin on his payroll. The body was kept at a morgue for the last few weeks while other matters were handled.”

“Other matters,” she repeats.

“You. Adriana. The transfer back here.” I lower my voice. “When we returned to Colombia, the body came too.”

Robin furrows her brow.

“Do you know who it was?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “My brothers thought they knew who it was.”

“Which brothers?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“It might.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Robin—”

“They were wrong.”

I wait.

She gives me nothing else.

No name. No explanation. No hint of what that body means to her family or why it would matter enough for Vega to risk recovering it.

I could push.

I want to push.

Not because I need to know for myself, but because anything tied to Vega, Bellamy Ranch, and a secret body in an old barn may be the difference between getting Robin out alive and walking her straight into another trap.

But I’m the reason she’s here, in danger. I don’t have the right to demand her secrets five seconds after giving her a handful of my own.

She pulls her robe tight around her. “Do you know why Vega was interested in that particular body?”

“I—”

A knock cracks through the house.

Three blows against the front door.

Every muscle in my body locks.

Robin’s eyes go wide.

The knock comes again.

My blood turns cold.

In the distance, Señora Valentina’s voice rises from the foyer.

“I’ll get it.”

No.