Chapter 87

The walk to the get-together was short. Just a few steps from their side of the resort. The sky had melted into a deep navy blue, stars freckling the horizon, and the subtle scent of coconut oil and firewood hung in the air.

She could already see the glow from the small bonfire. Six people sat around it, their laughter rising softly with the night wind. Three women. Three men. But no sign of Matteo or Aidan. Their heads turned as she and Stefan approached.

Before either of them ...