Maya’s POV

“You can keep hiding, or you can stop caring who sees.”

Kai found me in the empty cabana nearest the far lagoon, the one screened by dense palms and almost never used before noon. I had spent the morning moving between shaded paths and quiet corners, heart slamming every time a tall figure in linen appeared at the edge of my vision. L. Voss, the senior partner who once told me I was too tightly wound for the partnership track, was somewhere on this island. The knowledge sat like a live wire under my skin. The silver bracelet felt heavier than it had the day before.

Kai stepped...