Roman

“Where are we going?” I asked Francis as he drove us away from the castle.

He gave me a side glance. “This isn’t working the way we planned.” He pounded the heel of his hand on the steering wheel. “We were so fucking close.”

“We can make a new plan,” I said. “Now that I’m back at Annabella and even at the summit, I can contact Inessa.”

“And tell her that you’re rededicating yourself to ...