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“As we were getting on the yacht, Meghan messaged me. She begged me not to go, but she wouldn’t say what or why.” She pulls out her phone and shows me the message.
Meghan never responded.
Maybe her demon mother saw what she’d done and punished her for it.
“She knew,” Destiny says. “She knew, and she tried to stop us...”
Fuck.
“If she had someone trash the fuel lines, they must’ve known the weather, too,” I say, angry that I didn’t see it sooner.
“Of course. She wanted to make sure they’d get us out of the way. No Shepherd, no Destiny, no lawsuit coming down on her head. The only one left would be Hannah, but with the chaos of you being gone...”
Damn.
“She knew my past,” I say, putting it together. “Even if someone figured it out, they’d think it was one of my uncle’s henchmen. Some prick from a long time ago who finally got his revenge.”
It’s too perfect.
“Yeah,” Destiny agrees.
There’s a growling sound against the sides of the ship as the wind reaches highway speeds again.
Over my radio set to the bridge, I can hear Juan and Peter, the younger man, battening everything down and preparing for the worst.
Her nervous eyes meet mine in the darkness.
There’s only Destiny now.
We’re balanced on knife’s edge, precariously close to losing everything.
All thanks to one rotten asshole’s bitterness and meddling.
“She won’t get away with this shit,” I vow.
Dess shakes her head. “You can’t tell me that, Shepherd. Not now.”
Not after everything else,she means.
She doesn’t say it, but she doesn’t need to.
I’ve fucked this all up for her royally.
For both of us.
After trying to muscle her away against my better judgment, I don’t have the stones to take her in my arms and hold her and admit I was wrong.
But now, as her chin comes up and defiance enters her eyes like burning stars, that’s all I want. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.
Goddammit, she’s too beautiful, and I can’t believe I talked myself into throwing her away.
“This isn’t the end. I swear on my life,” I grind out.
Fresh static bursts from the radio. The comms are struggling again, but Juan keeps working steadily to raise the Coast Guard.
That might be our only chance, a fortified rescue vessel with a helicopter—ifthis storm doesn’t capsize us first.
Destiny digs for her phone and I find mine as well, but it’s just like I feared.
