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I grab him again.
Hayes winces away, afraid I’m going to try to strangle him again. But when I wrap my arms around him in an embrace, he takes a slow breath and wraps one of his arms around me too.
“You’re safe,” he says.
I nod. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“Of course. We’d do anything for you.”
“We?”
I look to the backseat but find it empty. Hayes picks up speed, and I realize we are far from safe based on how quickly he’s driving. But I’m as safe as I can ever be.
Then my memory suddenly hits me.
“We have to go back.”
Hayes doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “No, we don’t.”
“We do. We have to rescue Rialta.”
His grip on the wheel tightens until I see the white of his knuckles. “We don’t,” he says, calmer.
“She’s my wife! We have to save her!”
Hayes rolls his shoulders back. “She is safe. She was never in any danger.”
“You don’t know that! It could have all been an act. She—”
“She was playing us. The whole time. We have evidence that she and Andrea have been planning this. She was in love with him and wanted to marry him, not Kit, from the get-go. But they knew Vincent would never agree. She went along with her father’s plan and then made Andrea the hero so her father would agree he’s the best choice.”
I shake my head, not believing it. Hayes was Rialta’s biggest supporter. He knows her almost as well as I do, but I still don’t believe it.
“Either way, we need to get her. She’s the only way we learn the truth and save ourselves.”
Hayes pauses before answering. “We have her.”
“What does that mean?” my voice snaps.
“It means that when we rescued you, we got her out as well.”
“Where is she?”
“Beckett and Gage took her back in the other car.”
I frown.
“Take me to her,” I growl.
Hayes doesn’t argue. He also doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive.
About an hour later, Hayes slows to a normal speed, and his shoulders begin to relax. He’s no longer worried about who’s following us, and we’re close.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
Like every fucking bump in the road makes my head want to explode in pain. But I don’t say that; it’s nothing compared to my worry about my wife.
I glare at him instead.
