Chapter 25

Dante’s head snapped toward Evie, his blue eyes giving nothing away.

“Tell my father,” he said, voice clipped, “that Vivienne is fine. She’s on a yacht somewhere with her friends.”

Mr. Preston shook his head. “She’s back in London.”

London? The word hit Evie like a jolt. Her heart thudded against her ribs, fast and loud.

Dante’s expression shifted, darkening like gathering thunder. He muttered und