After the exquisite date they shared, Devon's mind began to wander, haunted by a lingering question that refused to leave him in peace. As they entered their bedchamber, his thoughts were miles away, consumed by uncertainty, until he finally spoke. "Fiona, I apologize, but we need to leave immediately at sunrise."

“Is something the matter, Devon?” Fiona asked, her voice laced with worry.

"My only concern," he began, his brow furrowing in thought, "is why you would want to kill your father and why Loren would help you?"

Fiona's gaze hardened as she replied, “We both know that you killed him, not because I wanted you to, but because you...