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“You need to show her, you’re willing to meet her halfway… that’s if you want a successful relationship with her. You’re too black and white.”
“I just thought it would help her adjust to our lifestyle faster if I’d give her a different focus.” I rub my eyes and move my neck from side to side to relieve the tension.
Mateo shakes his head in disbelief.
“Well, I suggest that when you find her, sit her down and tell her that you fucked up. Ask her for help to figure it out. Women love that shit. They want you to take them seriously.”
“And how do you know all of that? It’s not like you’ve had a girlfriend before.”
“No, but I listen to girls talk. And I make mental notes because when I find my One, I don’t want to fuck it up like you’ve done.”
“Great. You couldn’t have shared your wisdom earlier?”
“There is time, Tiero. We will get her back. Where could she possibly hide for long? We will find her anywhere. And when we have her back, you tell her how you feel and what you want. Women love it.”
“Well, let’s get her back then so I can fix what I’ve broken.”
I hope I can and that it’s not too late.
Mateo slaps me on the shoulder and disappears back inside the house.
I’m left once more with my thoughts. But I’ve really had enough of thinking. I just want to be for a while. Ideally with Ella.
My gaze is drawn back to the stars. And I imagine Ella watching them, too. It’s like I can feel her again… she’s okay—alive and well. That’s something if she’s not furious anymore.
After a while, though, I get an uneasy sense that Ella and I aren’t the only ones watching these stars tonight.
There’s some other force… one I’ve felt before. It’s unnerving, and I don’t want it to be there.
It’s an opposing force that’s gaining strength.
I don’t know what it all means. Is this someone who is with Ella? Helping her remain hidden from me? Or is he out to get her?
My stomach churns, and my limbs tremble.
This is not good!
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ella
Youhavegottobe kidding me.
I stare up at the cruise ship that’s going to carry me across the Atlantic Ocean for the next fifteen days.
What twisted sense of humor does the universe have?
Sea Princess.
The sea, Neptune… Poseidon—it’s all the same. Andprincess? Really?! I didn’t need the reminder.
As it is, Tiero’s been all I could think about for the ten-hour-long train journey from Lucerne to Hamburg.
We are a day ahead of schedule. Garrett spotted Tiero’s men making inquiries in Lucerne. When he showed me the pictures, it was Mauro with others I’ve seen but didn’t know their names.
Shit, shit, shit.
We had to cut my preparations short and slip out quietly.
