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The Morettis aren’t finished with us.

Specifically:

They aren’t finished with me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Erin

The Morettis are coming for me.

For three whole seconds, I believe it.

I believe the extra men outside the windows are not enough. I believe Cass and Ryan are somewhere I cannot reach them because Lucian made the right call for all the wrong reasons.

My hand goes cold inside his.

Then his bedroom door opens without a knock.

Rafe.

Of course.

Lucian is on his feet before I can blink, body between mine and the door, the gun from the table already in his hand.

Rafe stops just inside. He looks from the gun to Lucian’s face.

“Before you shoot me for entering without permission, you need to hear this.”

“Talk.”

Rafe’s gaze shifts to me.

That tiny movement changes everything.

“What?” I ask.

He lifts the tablet in his hand. “They don’t mean you.”

The room goes silent.

Lucian does not lower the gun. “Explain.”

Rafe walks farther in and turns the screen toward us. A message thread fills it. Not Carlos’s elegant threats. These are clipped. Businesslike. Names, dates, old routes, references I don’t understand.

One sentence is highlighted.

THE WOMAN WHO CARRIED MARINA’S ARCHIVE IS TO BE RECOVERED ALIVE.

I stare at it.

“The woman who carried...” My voice disappears.

“The necklace,” Rafe says. “The microfilm.”

Isobel.

Relief hits so hard it makes me dizzy.