SOPHIA'S POV

Immediately, my breath caught. I pressed my hand over my mouth as I watched Desmond walk across the restaurant and sit down in the empty chair across from Claire.

For a second, I was too shocked to move. Then anger came, cold and fast, and it pushed the shock away. I slid deeper into the dark corner of the booth. My heart was pounding against my ribs.

So this was his game?

He had not been afraid. He had not been thinking things over. He had run straight to my enemy. Maybe he wanted to make a deal. Maybe he wanted to set a trap. Maybe he wanted...