Mason Jackson left, satisfied.

Aurora Jones took advantage of the moment, quickly getting dressed and grabbing her suitcase, ready to slip away.

But just as she reached the door, Four blocked her path.

Leaning against the doorframe, Aurora gave him a slow, knowing look. “Funny,” she said, her voice light but sharp, “when Mason was drugged just now, I didn’t see you anywhere.”

Four shrugged, his explanation half-truth, half-excuse. “After the Isabella ...