"How did he know?"

Sienna stared at her phone like it was a snake. The text from Julian glowed on the screen, mocking her.

Dante took the phone from her shaking hands. His jaw tightened as he read the message again.

"We need to go. Now." He grabbed her arm and steered her toward where Catarina was pulling up in the car.

They drove back to the apartment in silence. Sienna couldn't stop thinking about that text.

About Julian sitting in a prison cell somehow knowing she'd just gotten married. Knowing she was in Portugal. Knowing everything.

The moment they were through the door, Dante was on his phone. He...