Rett

As Emma and I reached the door to her suite, the one connected to mine, there were messages multiplying upon my phone. I’d felt the vibrations throughout our dinner. There may even be missed phone calls. Henri had made a terrible mistake allowing Isaiah Boudreau II and William Ingalls into my house. He would be dealt with in time. Most recently, I’d sent the message to my men currently transporting our unexpected visitors. Their lives would be ...