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Sebastian chuckles. “Is that a hint for me to hit the café car?”
I bat my eyelashes playfully. “If you’re heading in that direction…”
“I’ll see if I can rustle up a sandwich or two.”
He gets up, and goes to hunt and gather, while I sit back to enjoy the view. I’m ready to relax and put the stress of the past week behind me for the rest of the ride, but then a businessman in the seat across the aisle opens his newspaper, and I freeze.
Sebastian is on the front page.
It’s an old photo of him, suave at some fancy event in a suit and tie, but there’s no mistaking that icy stare. ‘Killer Revelations Rock Wolfe Capital,’ the headline reads.
I should have guessed. His scandalous arrest and our plane disappearance are still huge news. Even though we’ve been cloistered away from it all at the cabin, the rest of the world has been breathlessly speculating over everything they just learned.
Everything I told them.
I feel a pang of regret. I thought it would be a victory, exposing his involvement in that car crash when he was younger, but I already know, it was no victory at all. At least, not for me. Sebastian’s uncle has been the one to profit, taking back control of his company, and I’m sure the rest of Sebastian’s enemies are celebrating too.
He’s a wanted man—and everyone thinks he’s dead.
The carriage door slides open, and I see Sebastian returning with cups and packages of food.
Shit.
I bolt up, quickly grabbing our bags and hustling to meet him before the businessman can glance up and recognize him. “Not here,” I hiss, leading him back to a different carriage. I practically shove him in the seat by the window, trying to block anyone’s view.
“What’s going on?” Sebastian frowns.
“You’re all over the papers,” I tell him grimly. “Photos everywhere.”
He exhales. “Right. Of course I am.”
I study him. With week-old beard growth, and too-long hair, he looks a little different… But who am I kidding? “It would help if you weren’t so handsome,” I grumble.
He arches an eyebrow, amused. “You think I’m handsome?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not a good thing. Someone’s going to recognize you, before we even step off the train.”
Sebastian rummages in his backpack and pulls out a knit cap and sunglasses. “Better?” he asks, pulling them on.
“A little,” I agree. “But what about Zurich? It’s the finance capital of Europe. And in case you’ve forgotten, you’re kind of a big deal.”
“Were,” he corrects me. “They think I’m dead, remember? And we’re going to keep it that way.”
I nod. The train is slowing now, approaching the station, and we gather our things, joining the crowd that exits the train, and moves through the big concourse.
We emerge outside, to the busy central streets full of people, cars, and buildings. I blink. After the snowy isolation of the cabin, it’s a shock to my system to be back in the middle of things again. “Where to now?” I ask.
“We’re not safe,” Sebastian replies, one hand already protectively on my back. “Never mind the media, if whoever set that bomb finds out I’m still alive…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to.
“So what do we do?” I ask, swallowing hard. “We don’t have money, or a place to stay. And you can’t exactly use your credit cards, what with being dead and all.”
Sebastian nods slowly, and I can tell, he’s trying to figure something out. A man like that can’t have many people he trusts with his life.
So it’s a good thing I do.
“Come on,” I tell him, spotting a phone booth nearby. “I need to make a call.”
