Annabelle paced the room like a caged bear with her thoughts spinning faster with every step. She’d tried looking out the window, hoping for even a sliver of reassurance.

But she realised that it faced the wrong direction from where she had left the two of them.

She swore softly under her breath.

Of course, the one thing she needed right now had to be out of her reach too.

Her stomach twisted.

As much as she wanted to believe Dante wouldn’t go too far, she knew better than to trust that completely.

Dante Cazador was nothing if not unpredictable.

Whatever lines he drew, he crossed them at his discretion,...